*Ah, another blasted corset-less day of high school over with. Then dragged to the dentist. All right, All right, I've still got my spirits up. What do you mean, college? Why must you give me so much homework?*
Clad all in black and white stripes today, I ventured into the world of small town high school, and found the expected amount of annoyances, tempered as usual by the classes themselves.
Today, for History of Spying, we went to see a guest speaker, and he talked about his time in Russia. Apparently he was in the service of the government, and KGB were watching him (and he knew they were). One night, with his friend (who was staying in the same hotel) this guy goes to call his friend back in America on a pay phone, so that thier conversation wouldn't be heard by the KGB guys who have a tap on the room phone.
As they walk past the car where the KGB agents are sitting, the speaker and his friend decide to 'screw with them.'
At this point, I pause and look at the unassuming man in the blue sweater, pacing nervously as he talks to a group of perhaps 50 high schoolers. It is hard to reconcile the image of the man in front of me with the utter baddass, James-Bond esque deciding spontaneously to screw around with KGB agents, just for the hell of it.
If I did not have to go to college now, I would spend more time saluting this guy. Long story short, they pretty much teased the KGB agents and let them know surreptiously that they knew the KGB was following them. That takes some courage. And a bit of stupidity. And, in all likihood, a ton of boredom.
Reccomendation for the night: Screw with Russian intelligence agents. (Not really. Please don't.)
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