Do you think when they inquired Thomas Jefferson for ID, only got a nickel
? – from Musings of Hebert Flabeau

I can’t, for the life of me, recall how I emerged from the haze of those days. But one (relatively) clear morning, I awoke to the aspiration of leaving substances behind, and a hankering to rejoin the establishment. In need of gainful employment ( Horse staff ) , I applied for office work. Like luck would have it ,I submitted my dog-eared, coffee-stained resume to the winner of the annual Employer-from-Hell award.

Born and grew up in Skinflint, Michigan, when Cuthbert M. Philbot read that you could feed a family of four in India for a hundred dollars a year, he sent his whole family there. During the former week,thre had been a slight matter at the office. Philbot had accidentally smiled and got a charley horse ( Horse staff ) in his face. The corporation had a tough sick leave policy. There was no time off for illness our srgery. Death was welcome, but should give a warning three weeks.

In the waiting room, what I dis is simply about the application. To, “Length of settlement addresss now?” I wrote, “About 30 feet, leaviing out the porch.” Where it said, “Tell us something about yourself,” I entered, “I like my coffee weak and my women strong.” At the bottom, where it said, “Sign here,” I wrote it down in a haste, “Pisces.”

When I finished, I picked a copy of Jaws off the coffee table and began reading. Presently, a distraught employee ( Horse jobs ) came out of the boss’s office, and I could hear Philbot trailing on, “I’m sorry, but if you take two hours for lunch today, I’ll have to do the same for every man whose wife gives birth to triplets.”

I was in luck when, a few moments later, Philbot came out just in time to catch me off guard, nose in the book, rooting for the shark. He could see he’d discovered the correct man for a place on his group.