Six months to the day (less one day!) after departing for sunnier climes, the Gnome who rules the Funhouse returns. "You look so pale!", clucks Queenie, solicitously, all the while desperately trying to hide her Facebook page from his sharp eyes. The rest of us surreptitiously sneak into our cubicles and pretend to look inconspicuous for the remainder of the day. Not a an easy job when there are precisely ten people working... There are only so many hiding places after all, or at least the ones that are not under video surveillance!
In the afternoon, the Gnome conducts his ritual walkabout through the building, poking and prying in every corner. Poor Mario leads him up the ramp from the parking garage where flaking concrete falls gently like snowflakes.
"Look at that!" the Gnome harrumphs, poking triumphantly with his cane at the concrete overhead, narrowly missing Mario's head in the process. "I saved $20,000 on that and it's perfectly safe." Whereupon more flakes drift downwards.
Having thus satisfied himself that all is well below, Mr G proceeds to the reception area whose threadbare, spotted and slightly funky carpet desperately needs intervention of a divine nature. "Nonsense!", he says. "It's not being cleaned properly. A good thorough cleaning and it'll be just like new."
Flash backward ten years and forty thousand feet ago..."Just as I said, as good as new!!!"
Plus ca change...
1 comment:
Ummmm... somethings are just beyond repair!
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