Written by The Scribbler
I used to work with a bubbly, perky 20-something in our church nursery. She and I laughed together, chit-chatted together, and I thought it could be the beginnings of a terrific friendship. She invited me out for coffee and said she wanted to get to know me better. “How nice!” I thought.
But in the back of my brain I recalled that she was into MK. So I logged onto Pink Truth and browsed the “secret” stuff, like now MK commandos want you to sit on their right side and so forth. When I met this gal for coffee, she was decked out in full MK regalia, right down to the shiny black high heels and fashionably tied pink scarf, her bag o’ tricks spread out on the table in front of her.