93. Female Writer Living In Amsterdam

I'm walking down the Keizersgracht in Amsterdam, and I have an overwhelming desire to impersonate W.C. Fields, which I begin doing as I continue to stroll along the edge of the canal.

I notice a slight brouhaha outside a shop, and I see Hillary inside, soliciting votes by making sandwiches for the patrons. I go in. She asks me what I want and I answer in my W.C. Fields voice, flipping my fingers against the brim of my top hat politely. Hillary makes me a sandwich with a somewhat forced smile. I continue to impersonate W.C. Fields until she says something like, Okay, great. Stop, that's fine.

I leave the shop and it occurs to me that she must be quite desperate for support because this is Amsterdam.