Guard
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.
And now…
Such Secure
Very Safety
Many Protection
Wow.
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