Margie was just parking her motorcycle to eat a picnic lunch out in the country when she heard a “whoosh.” And there was a young man, dressed in weird-looking clothes and holding what must have been a high-tech device.
He was clearly upset when he walked up to Margie and asked, “Excuse me, maam, what year is this?”
Margie read her share of sci-fi, so she asked, “Are you a time traveler?”
“Well, yes. I am. But please don’t tell anyone. This is my first solo trip and I’ve screwed up the calculation for the target date.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul. And the year is 2020. I’m sorry you arrived at such a troubled time.”The time traveler paled. His eyes were wide as saucers. “It’s worse than I feared,” he said. And then he choked out, “is this before or after the eruption of the Yellowstone super-volcano?”