I met a
lovely woman on the way back to the grounds today. Her name was Vanessa, and she
very kindly explained to me in the most wonderful, ear-splitting shrill tone that I've ever heard that
she paid good money for her overpriced apartment, and that she
does not want to be bothered by our
silly carnival and its boisterous clients.
I explained, of course, that we're located on private property, and that we have permission to be there. But she seemed
very concerned that we're all heathens and ruffians and that we're going to keep her up all night.
So by all means, make sure you howl
right under her window, shifter or not. I'll point it out to you.