As I
got out of the car, after lunch, I stuck my hand into the pocket of my jacket
and was surprised when I pulled out the pager from the restaurant.
“Oops!”
I said. When I went to the counter to
pick up my order I forgot to put the restaurant’s pager back in the basket.
Just a
few seconds later I heard a nearby police siren.
“Wow,
they are fast!” I thought to myself. And
I dove under our van.
Fortunately,
the police weren’t coming to get me, after all, which is good because my dive
under the van was only in my imagination.
So, I would have been very easy to spot and apprehend.
You
say, “Dan, you’re going to take the pager back, aren’t you?’’
Of
course, I am! Can’t you tell that I’m
not wired up to handle a life of crime?
…Although,
I’ve thought about this a good bit and I would prefer if you would all call me “Bugsy,”
from now on.
Thank
you.
Sincerely
yours,
Bugsy
Marler
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