I went over to where Jack was with some guy who, had he been in a suit instead of a soft, flowing peasant shirt and trousers, would have been the archetypal uptight businessman.
“This is unacceptable! Do you have any idea how many people depend on me? How much money I’m losing every minute I’m here?”
Jack’s eyes had glazed over, vague and unfocused as he nodded slowly. “Mmm hmmm,” he kept repeating, almost like he was humming.
“Hey,” I said. “Everything okay?” Jack gave me a desperate look.
“No, everything is not okay!” Uptight Businessman shouted at me.
“Great! I need to borrow Jack, then.” I grabbed Jack’s arm and pulled him away.
“Thanks. Have I mentioned lately how glad I am you didn’t die?”
“Yes. But feel free to keep it up.

Auteur: Kiersten White