“I reckon we’re gonna have to send her back to orientation. She might be a bit dim.”
“What? She just got out of orientation. She oughta have a pretty good grasp of the basics, anyway.”
“Come on then, I’ll show ya but keep in mind we give ‘em easy shit to do when they first get here.”
“Yeah, I know. Pushin’ the fog in, waking the sun up in the morning, tossin’ snowflakes – just keep ‘em away from the punters till they learn the lay o’ the land.”
“Well yesterday I asked her to turn on the fan and raise a gentle breeze. Ya know what she asked me?”
“Whut”
“She said, ‘Where do I stand?’ I says whaddya mean? She says, ‘I never know where to stand with a fan. If I stand behind it – it sucks. If I stand in front of it – it blows. If I stand next to it – it doesn’t do a damn thing for me.’ I told her I didn’t care where she stood just don’t turn it on too high.”
“No, ya didn’t!”
“’Fraid so. Indirectly that hurricane on the gulf yesterday? Yeah, that was my fault. I shoulda been more specific.”
“So what’s wrong now?”
“I asked her to hang the stars.”
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