The agent had told me she was a 50-year-old lady so I didn’t expect much.I was standing in the airport lobby waiting for her when suddenly someone t...pped me on the shoulder from behind calling my name “Joe”.I turned around and there she was! Standing there was the most beautiful 50 year-old-lady I have ever seen. She was in a black top and navy blue jeans.Neha: Joe?Me: Mrs.NehaNeha: Yup. You look surprised, dear.Me (smiling): I was expecting someone a bit olderNeha: I am. I just look younger in. " That's a pretty big stretch, even for you, Mr. Snipe," I sneered. This was getting more unbelievable by the minute."Mr. Hanswatter, that little device that we gave you was able to tell the future up to several years in advance, correct?" Yes, as far as I could tell." What we gave you is an early model miniature of devices we use to monitor future events throughout our known universe. It's the origin of our more developed equipment that can tell us what to expect many centuries in the future.. "She nodded her head, and fixed me with a death glare consistent with the spunky Sarah ... not the slave Sarah."I want to do this MASTER", she said with some force."Alright ... take a look at the paper in front of you then."She glanced down at the sheet of paper. Her stance was much less submissive. In fact, she was standing quite confidently ... in contrast to the hunched posture she had when she thought she was in trouble."Is this it?" She said sarcastically. "Come on, I thought you could be. It was just me, the three dogs and the cat--conversing with each other over dinner and TV shows at home. I was bored out of my mind. It was Wednesday and the idiot box had nothing worth watching on it--so I decided to go to the local mall and pick up some dress shirts. After browsing and deciding on 3 plain white shirts and a few ties, I proceeded to go across the street to a locally owned sports bar. "Coor Light draft" I told the bartender while positioning my ass on the raised bar stool. .