You'll hear talk about the biggest mistake men can make when buying a suit. "You didn't let the tailor get all up in your business." "You went with the cheap suit." "You got something too flashy for the occasion" "You got one with the pockets sewed shut." "You rented a suit instead of buying it." Well, I didn't make any of those mistakes, and I still ended up in witness protection because of it. Though I guess I did get a pretty nice suit out of it--free, too! The tailor sent it to me with an ominous note about his appreciating my good deed and how every man should have a nice suit for his funeral and he'd hate to be the cause of me not having one. Don't worry, they went through and scanned every inch of the thing to make sure there was no kind of bug or tracker in it. I was pretty sure there wasn't, plus it sure is the nicest suit I've ever owned, and so I was pretty stubborn about not giving it up. Leaving my girlfriend of four months who decided, when push came to shove, that this wasn't permanent enough to relocate for? Fine. Missing all my family reunions and not even contacting my mom except by sending a censored letter through approved channels? Actually a bonus. Losing my job? Didn't have one at the time, anyway--why do you think I was looking for a suit? I did need a suit, badly. And I got one of the most awesome suits of all time out of it. Funny thing is, I think it's brought me luck. Kinda like I've got my own--


Inspiration: Random Flickr photo of four men in suits -> Google "four men in suits" -> Men's Biggest Mistake Buying Suits
Story potential: Medium potential
Notes: Could be fun, I guess.

The mob was her only safety, she thought, keeping her mob cap tied on firmly as she was jostled through the crowd. They might tear into houses where people were suspected of being like her, they might even trample some of their own members. They might do terrible things. But they did not see other people in the mob. There were no individual people there was only The Mob, a huge and terrible entity that swallowed everybody's individuality. It was much like the merging, she thought, and she felt a little tearful at the idea. This was only one of many mobs tearing through the cities, trying to find and destroy her kind. There would be mo merging--

Inspiration: "mob" "mob cap"
Story Potential: Medium. Mostly because I'm confused by it.
Notes: And--and then the mob *is* enough like the merging, and it, um, spurs her to reproduce herself. Which means she'll have a baby that's half mob! Okay, maybe this is actually a terrible idea. But it has some appeal.