A Kafkaesque Grad Reunion in Vancouver
by Kevin R. Burns
The anticipation is almost nauseating as I head towards the golf club where my twenty year high
school reunion will take place. I am almost shaking. I try to do a meditation type breathing exercise to
calm myself but it doesn't work very well while walking. I enter the building and push three in the elevator.
The doors open and a retired Canada Customs clerk is the greeter for our class reunion.
"Place of residence?"
"Purpose of visit?"
"Well, it's my class reunion."
"Class reunion eh, got anything to declare, any valuables, tobacco, firearms, things of that nature?"
"Will you be visiting a farm during your stay?"
"Yes tonight, and I ask the questions!"
"All right, have a good night and stay away from the garlic dip if you want to talk to any of your friends. Next!"