Face to face with The MAN

After a rather gray and mundane day of dropping pods, I was chilling at the warehouse, waiting for my eight hours to pass so I could go home. Then came a knock at our front door, and a voice asking for me.

Oh, yeah, I had agreed to be interviewed as part of a thing for darthgeek.

In comes a youngish Asian guy in a pretty bad suit, who flashes credentials in my face. FBI.

We sit. And chat.

Y'all be happy to know I did not once give into my urge to make snarky comments to some really insipid questions.

Hopefully, my answers helped.