Imagine having you, a blind man, as a tour guide.

[that would be funny. wanda's turning on her chair, legs crossed, elbows on the arm of it as she straightens her arms out in front of her.]

I would want my money back.

[threading her fingers unto themselves, she realizes that she really, really hates having to do this job for their little greet and meet, even if she had promised.]

After ten minutes, I'm putting up a note that says just that and walking away. You know that, right?

[#antisocial]