Harold and Star Trek

Harold and I are walking down the street when he spots a Star Trek book on a bottom shelf of a crowded bookshelf, in the window of a closed store. He was talking, but he cuts off midsentence to drop to his knees and peer through the window.

“I can’t make out the full title,” he says. This is probably because the store is closed, and it’s dark, and also the bookshelf in question is halfway behind another piece of furniture.

“Don’t worry, it’s clearly a Chinese knockoff,” I said.

“Really? How can you tell?”

“There’s simply no other explanation for Star Trek paraphenalia you don’t already own.”

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3 Responses to Harold and Star Trek

  1. Meg says:

    No, I’m pretty sure he’d have one if he’d seen — WAIT!!! Tricia!!! Whose side are you on?!?

  2. Mark says:

    I can see him in the bathrobe now… “warp factor love captain”. Now I have to go was my eyes out with acid.

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