My last sojourn in the Sunshine State was 20 years ago. I was relocated to Tampa and tasked with fixing that office while looking after six others around the state. In Tampa there was a particularly noxious young sales rep, a cynosure for so much of the office drama. One day, before I was able to free her up for a new career opportunity, she passed me in the office and offered me a “Happy Easter” followed by a quick…“oh wait, sorry. I forgot.” The obvious attempt at anti-semitism with a saccharine delivery was delivered in a Tampa accent that I hear every time Pam Bondi opens her mouth. Happy to hear that Pam will be back in Tampa, where both she and that blonde sales rep from two decades ago can both fuck right off, together.

A person is walking through a flooded street in a neighborhood, with a fallen palm tree and waterlogged houses in the background.