I was walking to work along a scummy street that looked like Newtown when I saw someone slowly float down from the sky in a parachute.
It was Jocelyn. She touched the ground and greeted me after her morning skydive from a helicopter which picks her up from home and "drops" her off. Of course, work pays for it.
I looked at my watch and it was 940. "Err, aren't you running a bit late?"
Jocelyn: "Oh no I'm late! Gotta run!"
And then she ran off.
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