"Heh, lookee there!" Robin said pointing at two young men leaning against their shiny red convertible sports
car just outside Derryman's Restaurant.
"So?"
"Ya, wanna have some fun and get a free lunch at that posh restaurant?"
"Derryman's is a posh restaurant?"
"They charge a day's wages for a meal without wine," Robin explained.
"Oh, but don't we need suits and ties for posh places?"
"Nah, those boys have the ties and jackets. They're from St. Tristain's College. It's an all boys school,"
snickered Robin.
"I didn't think there were any of those anymore?" Michael says.
"Ah, the advantage of being a fairy is where and when are interchangeable. Now let's tweak the glamour a bit,
so they see what and who they want," whispers Robin.
As they approach the young men, Michael catches the reflection of two hot young women in a store front window.
He balks as he realizes they are where he and Robin are and are moving just like them.
"We are girls?" Michael whispers grabbing Rob's arm.
Robin glares at the hand on his arm. Then shrugs it off, Michael doesn't know better, and Robin hadn't
explained. So he giggles softly, "No, Michael, you feel your junk hanging from you, don't you? This is just a
glamour. We show the college boys what they want to see and they buy us dinner. Just be quiet, and enjoy the
shew!"
Robin pointed at the vintage sports car, "Oooh, Michelle, look at this fancy automobile!"
You play along, "Why it's a beautifully restored vintage sports car!" Your voice comes out a couple octaves
higher.
"Vintage!" shout the young man standing straight up and pointing at the car, "I'll have you know it's new off
the dealer's lot as of this morning!"
"Oh, you have to forgive Michelle," cooed Robin, "We don't see many fancy cars, and even fewer convertibles. I
suspect when she said restored vintage, she meant convertible. Old man Taylor has a restore vintage sports
car with a rumble seat and convertible. It's the only convertible around."
"Oh? Well, let me explain the finer points to automobile novice," the guy said sidling up to Michael. A tad
closer than Michael would have liked. "See this car has the latest in 20th century technology."
"New off the lot?" Michael asks, "What year model is it?"
"Dang, will you get off that vintage kick? It's not a 1920's rumble seat job. It really is a 1953 roadster
right off the dealer's lot."
"1953?"
"That's right this year, not last year's model."
Robin was practically bursting with laughter, "I told you!" he chided.
When and where are two sides of the same coin to a fairy indeed.
You make pleasant talk wondering whether Robin whisked you back in time or snatched the men and their car from
an alternate timeline. They escort the two glamour girls into the restaurant, and Michael and Robin are each
handed menus without prices. From the shock on the two men's faces as they eye the price columns on their
menus, they probably were snatched from 1953. A day's wage then would be less than the current hourly wage.
You purse your lips, as they check their wallets. They sigh in relief, so either Robin enhanced their wallets
or they carry around so much cash that they can afford dinners adjusted for 50 years inflation.
"Do you have any new bills? I find the engraving so fascinating, don't you?" you ask curious to see their
currency.
Robin looks like he's about to burst as Andrew extracts a note from his wallet and hands it to you.