Mr. R.J.R. Bhannerama, New Deal WI

In my capacity as commercial representative for industrial solvents I do a lot of flying. One afternoon I happened to look out my window at a prominent cloudbank. There within the icy vapor I beheld a titanic face, perhaps a hundred feet from chin to hairline. The face seemed to be looking straight at me. It resembled the newscaster Robin McNeil but with better hair. I heard a loud voice which commanded: "Go back!"
So indeed I did, taking the next flight home, where I found my lover and two of his lowlife friends in flagrante on our best couch. I immediately threw him out and ordered new upholstery.

This incident has given me a new perspective on spirituality and air travel.

A lot of flying