As if it wasn’t bad enough that my time machine had broken down in the old west, I had also managed to land in a town chock-full of idiots. In the saloon, I opened the floor to questions, but soon realized that the other patrons had no curiosity about the future aside from the progression of the horse trough.
“It’s STILL a gigantic basin with water in it!” I shouted impatiently. “I’m soooooooooo sorry!”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping our drinks.
“You guys still use rope to tie things up?” asked the sheriff.
“Oh Jesus Christ,” I thought.
