Bureaucracy 16, 3170: Situational Awareness

I had finished my ice cream already, and was sitting bored in the restaurant waiting for my slowpoke sister to finish hers.

“Fuzzy wuzzy wuz a bear…” I recited.

Mom suddenly grew pale.

“Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair…”

“Shut up!” mom stage-whispered to me.

“Fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, wuz ‘e?”

Mom’s face turned red as she sputtered “We’re leaving now, come on.”

I turned to face the door and couldn’t help but notice the bald biker sitting immediately behind me.