Job 2.0
“Well done, Universe,” cries Dawn Summers:
I’ve thrown out my back, got a traffic ticket AND had a thousand dollars of fraudulent purchases charged to my Mastercard all in one day! Bravo! But you still have four more hours, how ever will you top yourself? Crush me with a heavy bookcase? Locusts?
Depends on whether she’s inside or outside, I guess. (Although if she has indoor locusts, she has even more reason to complain.)
