Reluctant Receiver

[The feed abruptly opens to PANTS. Who doesn't love pants? Wait, is that....yes, that's somebody's crotch. That's nice. The camera jostles and suddenly changes its view to a FACE in REVERSE MYSPACE ANGLE! Whoever's holding the poke'gear has accidentally turned it on with all his nervous fumbling. Who the hell is this?]

A book store...In college. It was a little store on campus.

And how long did you work there, Mr. Townshend?

A month and a half...maybe. Maybe two.

Really? Did you quit or...Mr. Townshend?

[Henry, who had been staring dead ahead up until now, has shifted his gaze off to one side. His eyes are tracking something--probably the people walking by the shop window outside.]

There are a lot of people here...

Mr. Townshend.

I quit because I found a job somewhere else...

Oh? Where was that?

A nursery...the kind with plants. Not little kids. H-heh.

I see. And how long did you work there? [The man off-camera sounds like he's losing his patience. This guy had to have ADD or something.]

I worked there for...three semesters. I liked it there. Nobody really came.

That sounds nice. You'll have to forgive me, these questions sound silly, but I have to ask them. Have you ever been arrested?

Arrested? Well...no! Of course not--Ahh!

[CLATTER PLOP the poke'gear goes tumbling to the tile between Henry's battered shoes. The sound causes the poor man to jump a good three feet.]

Ha ha, calm down, Mr. Townshend! No need to be nervous!

I'm not nervous!

I see...I think that's all the questions I have for you! I'll take your phone number and ah...get back to you. Thank you for your interest, Mr. Townshend...Mr, Townshend?

[Herny is staring down at the 'Gear's screen at the little flashing red light next to REC. D: What does that mean? The feed ends.]