Still at it - another ID fic

I'm headed back up to north Louisiana tonight to see Granny one last time (she's at my aunt's under hospice care, and basically starving slowly). I've got a knot in my stomach I can't get rid of, and I'm really not sleeping well. I'm swinging between not eating and overeating and just generally having a rough time of it. Thanks to those who have been there for me to vent to or to distract me. I really, really appreciate it.

Anyway, I'm still writing little things, keeping my brain occupied. Here's the newest one:

A mild mannered reporter walks into a bar...