In the long-ago days of June, Mini Lawyer promised to get me Batman’s autograph. But every time he came back from his Idaho retreat, he stopped at my desk to inform me that Mr. West had been nowhere in evidence. “Next time,” he nodded slowly. “Next time.”
Well, we all know when “next time” is, right? As the weeks passed, I allowed my hope to wither and fade.
Then this morning I found this stuck to my monitor.
Holy follow-through, Batman!