The American Test
Mr. Jury, front-and-center, if you please.
The tall Kiwi with the sandy-brown hair leapt to his feet and took his place in the center of the circle, exaggerating his military-style snap to attention sarcastically.
Yes, Sir. Sarcastically.
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The tall Kiwi with the sandy-brown hair leapt to his feet and took his place in the center of the circle, exaggerating his military-style snap to attention sarcastically.
Yes, Sir. Sarcastically.
As you are the only Immigrant on this crew, we will give you the opportunity to join us, should you pass this test ( Read more... )
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I was just thinking about you recently when I found a stack of Ernst & Young coffee-related poetry, if you remember those. (excerpt from "A Pram Is A Pram Department" - 'my dear l. irsheid/ this pram that you made/ of course is exceedingly clever/ so now i will try/ (by god in the sky)/ to top it shall be my endeavor'
And so on.
Now, that's both a long and a short story - the short answer is, I wanted out of Chicago, and I had a friend who had been living in Antarctica, and we started talking....
Next thing you know, I'm in a tent at the South Pole.
:)
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