When I'm not in class, or working for class, or sleeping, I work in the package center at a certain reputable establishment. As I was sorting packages for our delivery run in the van, I noticed a name on a package.
"Xephyr Zanzibar"
Mr. Zanzibar will someday call Tom. I can feel it just in the name. What about? I guess we'll wait and see, but my money is on "Nothing much in particular". Mr. Zanibar will be a polite gentleman, who only later starts revealing his dark history as an olde timey gentleman thief. At one point he will threaten Tom in the most eloquent way, startling Tom for a second as most people merely toss death threats his way with the accuracy and cunning of a monkey flinging it's filth.
Xephyr Zanibar will then steal Tom's newly aquired copy of Propeller. The next week, Zanzibar might call in, extorting Tom on air. When he finds that, in a momentary lapse, he has admitted his plan over radio, he will go ballistic. As the rage dies down, he will confide "You no longer need to send the money". Yes, the record is smashed, and with it, so too Tom's heart.
You know, that's just what I gleaned from a second or two looking at this box.
