“Harry? Is that you?”

“Hi, Fred.”

“Wow, it is you, Harry. I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?”

“Doing fine. Just got my tickets for The Guess Who.”

“Still the big concert fan, eh?”

“Of course. In the next couple of months I’ll see Joan Baez and Hog Molly. Plus, I’m going to Ottawa in September to see the Molson Canadian Snow Jam. And you?”

“Same old, same old.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still…”

“Yep. I’m still running pedestrians down with my car.”

“I thought you gave that up.”

“Nah. It’s in my blood, man. Just like you and concerts. Whenever I get a walker in my sights, I get the same adrenaline rush as you do when you’re sitting front row, center, for Lynyrd Skynyrd.”

“Really?”

“Oh, for sure. Take last night, for instance. I was in the grocery store parking lot when I saw this guy walking out of the appliance store next door carrying a 27 inch TV.”

“You didn’t.”

“I sure did. No way could I pass up an opportunity like that. You should have seen him, Harry. He was trying to run and hold on to the TV at the same time. Cripe, I never laughed so hard. Yes, nothing starts the heart pounding faster than stepping on the gas, speeding up to 70 miles per hour and bearing down on a total stranger.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I’ll never forget the look on his face when he realized that I meant business. Gosh, he must have bounced 20, maybe 30 feet. Too bad he messed up my hood ornament, but that’s the cost of having fun. You gotta pay if you wanna play. Kind of like when you have to pay service charges on tickets for W.A.S.P. or Manic Street Preachers.

“I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

“But that’s enough about me, Harry. What about you? Are you still working for McMahon and Tate?”

“Going on 15 years next month. How about yourself?”

“You know me, Harry. Some things never change. I find a job I love and I stick with it.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right, I’m still the head auditor at the IRS.”