That’s why all the competitors, and not just them, call it the Target Rock. We made an appointment the next day, and the girl was punctual:
“When do I pay you?” she asked cautiously. Because I was making this trip somewhat in silly, I admit that I didn’t give her the necessary attention and because of that I didn’t do a minimum of training with her. On their return, the judging panel extracts each competitor’s radioactive stove and, according to the degree of radioactive decay of the event, determines the ranking. “I must get it and show them all that I’m right!” she said. Maybe not even that.”
The man smiled and reassured me:
“On my first run, I only traveled far enough to meet my grandmother if she’d been around Target Rock.”
We both laughed at his joke, he heartily and I more out of politeness.
