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March 07, 2002-8:21 p.m. Okay. Ms. M says I�m starting to behave a little scarily over this whole heater thing. Luckily for all concerned, the man from the heater manufacturer called me today and then contacted Heater Man. Heater Man was back out here today and although we don�t yet have a resolution, I feel confident that we will have one soon. Whew! So I�ll temporarily veer off of the topic of my #$%@# furnace and give you what you really want�news of the trucker�s daughter�s latest exploits! One day last week, a person at work had a seizure and the paramedics had to be called. The sight of an ambulance outside caused quite a stir. The trucker�s daughter, being the white trash rubbernecking ambulance chaser that she is, had to go over and investigate. She came back and in her loudest stage whisper pronounced that she heard a scream and she thought someone must have been having �a retard fit� and she wondered if we had lowered the IQ requirements for employment. Amazingly, I made no comment about them obviously having lowered that requirement immediately preceding her hire. *Sa flexes her Herculean powers of self-restraint* TD, after noticing the odd expressions on people�s faces after the �retard fit� comment, felt compelled to tell us all that she used to work at the state school for the mentally retarded and that she had witnessed many of these episodes during her tenure there. This explanation was unfortunately also accompanied by her flailing about in apparent imitation of one of these episodes. I was completely appalled. You sort of expect the people who work at the insurance company to be a bit more compassionate. Don�t know why that is. Aliquot! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
