Kind of a Trip While the rest of the work-a-day world was busy doing whatever it is people who work do, I had to be out there on the road, working my poor tail off. I don’t know why I do it. Guess I’m just a masochist, huh? Take this last little jaunt I had to take. Boy, it was a real bitch. It all started when I was sitting in my office, contemplating whether I should try to seduce my secretary or go to lunch. Just as I was about to make my way out to the office in front, where the secretarial pool is waiting for those who like to take an occasional dip, the phone rang. As I stifled thoughts of letting it ring, I decided to answer it. After all, it was almost noon and I hadn’t done a thing but drink coffee since I had gotten there, almost an hour earlier. 43
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