I was walking down the street in London today, all kind of swine fluey and mucousy, when, almost like an apparition from the bottom of my bottle of cough medicine, came marching toward me the only thing that could possibly save a soul as wretched as mine: an earnest, young woman with an Amnesty International flyer.
Salvation!
"Do you think we have a moral obligation to free sex slaves?" she greeted me.
"Uhhh...," my swine flu stammered.
"Look!" she commanded, and she handed me a coaster.
"Ok..."