By Christopher Munroe
It started with a typo on a memo.
A type-mo, if you will.
Kids breaking into the grounds at night, drinking underage, smashing bottles in the lot around the factory, and everyone agreed something had to be done.
We didn’t have the budget to hire security, much though we wanted to, but the solution we came up with, we agreed, would satisfy our modest needs for a little extra deterrent against nighttime intruders.
With hindsight, however, we should have proofread the final memo a little better.
We bought a guard Doge.