The monkey fell out of his bunk

[ At home with a young couple. The door knocks. ]

Occupant: You don't suppose it matters who I think it is?

Spouse: It does. Suppose you don't answer and it's a person giving you an award for door-answering. You discredit the whole organization.

Occupant: Granted.

[ Another knock. ]

Spouse: The selection committee loses face. There might have to be resignations from the chair on down. Countless lives could be affected.

( I seem to be in a sketch-writing mood lately. That's fine for making it easier to plot these things, although since sketches are inherently more wordy this means I came up with three plot points there just was no hope of finding time to do. One of them I can easily put to another sketch (which maybe is a warning not to, if it's that generic), but at least one can't be put into anything but the extended play version of this one. )

Trivia: While British athletes competed in the 1980 Moscow Olympic Games, the government refused to let British Airways fly anyone (or anything) involved with the games to Moscow. In concession to the boycott, The British chef de mission would not take part in the opening ceremony, and the Union Jack not raised nor the national anthem played at any ceremonies. Source: Encyclopedia of the Modern Olympic Movement, Editors John E Findling, Kimberly D Pelle.

Currently Reading: The Starwolf Trilogy, Edmond Hamilton. I don't wish to tell the Starwolf what he should do, but perhaps he would be less anxious about people finding out he's a Starwolf (a planet of remorseless space pirates, though he's quit and gained remorse) if he would occasionally not mention aloud how he's a Starwolf and this mustn't be found out, and maybe got his best friend to stop mentioning how much trouble it'd be if anyone found out he was a Starwolf every three pages. (I remember Edmond Hamilton space opera being entertaining; why does it turn out also to be pretty dopey?)