My own Harlan Ellison story

Like many folks who have spent some amount of time in science fiction fandom, I have my own Harlan Ellison encounter to relate. I've told this story a few times before, but have yet to write it up for posterity, so I'll do that now for your amusement. You'll find no outrage in it, but perhaps you'll get a laugh out of it.

So, as doissetep is wont to say, set the WABAC Machine for 2000...

( In which Meredith makes a faux pas. This should surprise approximately no one. )

( A welcome discovery )

( In which body language isn't what it used to be )

( Epilogue )