Bronagh's mother watched her toying with her food. "Sit up straight, Bronnie," she chided, "and finish your dinner. Your father's ready to read you a story." "I don't want to." "Well, if you'd rathe ... [+]
For RichardIt was 1984 and we were pretending to be spies.It was one of those "adult" games that twists your arm to mingle. Our host, David, greeted us at the door with a card that had our assignment on it. Mine said: "You are a spy for INTERPOL, but the CIA thinks you work for them. Everyone will be hunting for you. Your Code Name: ‘Snowball.' Password: ‘Too much pizza gives me gas.'"My counterpart was supposed hear my password and reply: "Are you taking anything for it?"I hated my password.How could I go up to a total stranger and talk about gas? I decided to just let the hunters track me do