I Died a Spy
by Steve West on March 19, 2023
Recent conversation with Brenda:
Me: When I die, I want people to believe I led a double life.
Brenda: How and more importantly, why?
Me: Try to respect my dying wish. Have 3 blacked out Land Rovers follow the funeral cortege and hire actors wearing trench coats to observe from a short distance at the burial.
Brenda: Stop being stupid.
Me: If I was Jason Bourne, I'm sure I'd have a clever comeback. But as it is, I got nothin'.
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Scott Hardie | March 20, 2023
It's not paranoia if they're really.... hired by you for a prank. :-)