Sunday, August 27, 2017
Interims
-So, the mystery as to the
whereabouts of Lutz?
-Didn't call and Personnel
can't reach him, home or cell.
-Maybe he went somewhere.
What did he say Friday?
-Not much.
-Why is he so shy? He ain't
that good!
-Uh huh? Now don't say it in
Yiddish.
-Funnier there.
-Moving right along...?
-Last thing he said at the
meeting with Grover and Gloria...
-That hadda be productive!
-WAS! “In the interim...”
-Ah hah!
-Really?
-He's trapped in the Interim.
-This happens?
-Of course, but events sweep
you out of it. Or you really
adhere to a schedule, and
every ten-minute block is
filled.
-You don't get an interim in
that anal-retentive case.
-Never!
-Tragedy! “But, what we do further?”
the Captain asked Jellybean.
-“More clues about him might provide the key
to get him out, Captain Sparky!” That book
changed my alleged life!
-His dog is Ginger.
-Good! Wife?
-Ginger also.
-How does he call one in when
both digging for bones?
-You've seen her?
-What else do you know?
-You mean about him or everything?
-Answer's the same: Nothing!
He could be locked in the Interim
forever.
-Oh! he was engaged once to Marcy
from Shipping.
-She could supply some intelligence.
-Not her.
-Well, we're lost!
-In an interim?
-Maybe always in one or another.
-Well, I don't like it!
-Who cares?
-Same people who care about Lutzy.
-Nobody then.
Labels: interim, isolation, missing, social, work
