I felt as though I were submerged inside some greasy film à la Orwell's 1984, and I half-believed that cyborgs were among us. Or at least near me. You should have seen that woman with the Frankensteinian mullet teased out like a fur hat above her ears.
I said my hellos, and then bid some adieus, and then I went home to rest up for another day in front of that blasted computer.
Because that is what it wants.