Risk Life and Limb: Be an Abstractor!

The instant I set foot in the courthouse in Paoli ("Lesbian Capital of Indiana"), the lights went out. Actually, I'm overdramatizing; they went out while I was in the shitter, but I've been there before and I could grope my way to the door and amble into the hall. We got another whole 20 minutes of uninterrupted electrical power before they went out again when I was in the middle of copying something. After I finally got to run my books, the following conversation ensued:

( The abstractors of the night, what beautiful music they make! Or would, if there were anything worth burning in Paoli! )