So I’m in the pharmacy when it happens. A woman gets fed up with waiting in line, and she grabs her kid by the hand and walks out. The child resists, stomps, yells.
“Stop shouting, Nemesis!” she shouts.
Nemesis. I kid you not.
Not a common boy’s name, I don’t imagine. Surely I misheard? Surely it was something more staid, more done. Something like… Pegasus?
The wild wonders of queuing.