South Barkalow City Hall was really unlike any other Town Hall Lisa had seen. There was no colonial architecture here--no Corinthian columns or red bricks, nothing faux-Gothic or faux-Renaissance. In fact, Lisa would have walked right past the building, assuming it to be a massive restaurant or department store, if it hadn't said "South Barkalow Town Hall" in great, crimson block letters across its plastic facade. There was a working clock above the letters, but it was digital.
Wow, Lisa thought, this town's buildings were as massive and tacky as its residents.
Nevertheless, the great, boxy building was impressive in its own way--as a testimony to the cultural black hole that was former Small-Town America. It had, she supposed, been built--or renovated--sometime in the 1990s, when the town had split off from North Barkalow due to a dispute over regulatory measures of some kind that the state government had implemented. She'd never been too great at understanding this bureaucratic small-town stuff--Need-To-Know News was hardly The Economist, and she wasn't, truth be told, the best reporter--so after a certain amount of time scouring the Web to learn about the background of the town, she decided that a man-on-the-street perspective would be more interesting to her readers, and it sure as hell would to her.
"All right, Lisa," she muttered to herself. "You know what to do..."
Luckily, Lisa noted, with mingled awe and consternation, there was a very well-dressed woman striding toward her. Her auburn hair hung down over her shoulder (as was the style) in one lustrous pleat, and was complemented by amber jewelry. She wore the most feminine-looking business jacket Lisa had ever seen, and under it bloomed a dark-brown skirt that was pulled up over the woman's generous middle. Her rather full lips were pursed, and she glowered at Lisa, not so much due to Lisa's staring as to the fact that the suddenly mild-mannered reporter was in her path. Lisa had never seen a woman so large and fast before--the businesswoman must have been 250 pounds, but she walked faster than Lisa could have, scowling all the while.
What does Lisa do?
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