Girl Pokey couldn’t wait to tell her PO that she’d gotten a job only four days after being paroled. “I knew I’d git it cuz I know all about motorsickles,” she told her PO, “but I didn’t see any.”
“Well it was only your first day. What did they have you do?”
“Well, I showed up on time at a warehouse down on Malverde River. The door was open and so I walked in. I thought it was empty and then I spotted three gigantic screens hangin’ from the back wall. Lookin’ down at me from the middle screen was a peculiar looking woman with a goofy smile. In the screen to her right was a dog with his tongue hanging out and panting as if he was someware real hot. In the window to the left all I could see was the top of a man’s head. His hair was kind of nappy like he was a brother, you know, but it turned out he waren’t.
The woman told me she was Ms Twissel, the VP of Landmine Detection. Duke, she explained, pointing to the dog, was the VP of Quality Control and the nappy headed man had sometin’ to do with foreign relations. She told me I was to write down the minutes of their meetin’ and mail it to her in an envelope on the desk by the door.”
“Umm,” the PO asked, “Did you tell them at the interview you hadn’t graduated from high school?”
“It was jest a phone interview and I said I knowed how to write real good! How much writing you have to do to work with motorsickles? Besides I was hoping you might correct my notes before I send them.”
The PO agreed and took the paper from Girl Pokey’s trembling hands. It read:
At da anal meetin of da Broad a Die-rectors a John’s Motorsickle Re-parr & Rare Book Disposl Company LLD an PDQ dah idums on duh ahhgenda ware:
How many books done got rite
How many fish could dem dare books fry if we wazen to burn ‘em
Can we awford ta be publishin anymore a dem dare books
Owr VP of Landmins was might pleased to display owr ROI as follers:
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Thar was quite an than, Duke bekun a hootin an a hollerin Owr profites is as steady as the Queer Mary on the Sargazzi sea Id say its time to pubic some more books an my godness me I jest happen to have 1 reddy name of Malverde daze
Twas than the VP of Somekind a relations rised up his stinkass drunk head an said Wazzup, cuzzes?????? Are thar forain bodies to be looked into?????
I jest tole yall abut owr ROI an PTSD Miss Twissel says Whar’s your report??????
I m happy to report that the forain bodies in Witchta an omaha have agred to get back on the bus or at lest in the taxi but first I hadda take em to Wallys World
After reading about what happened at Wally’s World, Girl’s PO stopped and glanced at Girl Pokey’s hopeful face. She could feel her own face burning bright red. “What sort of business did they say they were in?”
“Motorsickles and something to do with disposin‘ of fine books. You was readin’ the Wally’s World part, wasn’t you?”
“Don’t worry. There ain’t much left and it ain’t gonna make you blush.”
“I hope not.” The PO reluctantly continued:
Snap, snap says Ms Twissel an than she rised a gavel an diclared the meetin over an says Miss Pokey pull a few $20s from the petty cash drawr an put them in the envelope so we can prepar for the lunch of Duke’s book
But Miss Pokey says (that be me) thars only 18 bucks in the petty cash drawr
Fiddly dee fiddly da we all now thar are no landmins in the Malverde.”
After that the windas all went dark.
Writ by Girl Pokey
After her PO stopped reading, Girl Pokey asked, “How did I do?”
“Just fine, I believe this is a job that will suit you just fine.”