"You've come about your final project," Prof. Sigger stated.
"It's only mid-term," Alona reminded him.
"Oh yes, yes," continued Prof. Sigger, without conscious embarrassment.
"Mid-term grade. I think I have it here. Somewhere." His hands
disappeared into the left side of his desk.
"You told the class that we would all get a C if we maintained that
Coca-Cola wasn't a crypto-fascist conspiracy."
"Oh yes," said Prof. Sigger. "We were discussing social issues, as I
remember. I was quoting Marx and some little idiot brought up Rush
Limbaugh."
"That was me," Alona muttered.
"Oh yes, yes," Prof. Sigger continued. "What can I do for you?"
Alona stared blankly back. "You said you wanted to see me in your
office anytime before next Wednesday."
Prof. Sigger finally sighed, sinking a little in his chair.
"Did I say what for? I'm feeling a little low today," he said, hoping
to elicit a small display of feminine attention.
"Oh," came the succinct and neutral reply. Prof. Sigger sighed again.
"It was about my book report," continued Alona. "On..."
"Rush Limbaugh," interrupted Prof.
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