“It’s not criminal, Enid, I’m enforcing the law.”
“Well, then it’s immoral!”
“I won’t debate this. I need employment, and I need it now.”
“By oppressing the masses? Oliver, if you had any gumption you wouldn’t consider becoming a… Martinet!”
“So you have ‘gumption’? You’re squatting in a derelict building cum commune with the Bohemian Ennead; Pretension, Ostentation, Exhibition, Fatalism, Peculation, Retrogress, Habituation, Melancholy and Flummox.”
Enid considered his riposte then asked, “You think Sara embodies flummox?”
The next morning Enid’s words still pestered Oliver. He felt like a Hessian as he mounted the electric Parking Enforcement Vehicle.
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