A short time ago, in a neighborhood near, near Hillmomba... the Supreme Commander and his Right Hand Man set about renovating an economical abode called Help Hut. Much was accomplished in the first two months, as they worked side by side, with a common goal, five days a week, as if employed.
During Month 3, circumstances arose that interfered with the work schedule. Their paths diverged, with the Supreme Commander taking the day shift, and his Right Hand Man toiling nights. The Supreme Commander grew concerned, since much time and energy was sucked from the Right Hand Man when their chore time converged. It was as if the Right Hand Man was an octopus, with a different entity grabbing each and every tentacle to pull him in 8 different directions.
Bit by bit, Help Hut became infested with Tentacle-Grabbers. They were so thick the Supreme Commander couldn't turn around without bumping into one. Attempts to include the Tentacle-Grabbers by requesting simple tasks, such as handing items to the Right Hand Man while he was on a ladder, were met with responses of, "I'm busy," or no response at all. The Supreme Commander assigned the final tasks to the Right Hand Man, and withdrew from Help Hut.
Each day, the Supreme Commander made a walk-through of Help Hut, to ascertain when the Inspector could be called to pronounce Help Hut fit for habitation. Each day, the Supreme Commander was puzzled by the lack of progress. With inspection scheduled for Monday, the Supreme Commander asked his Right Hand Man what was left to be done.
"Just the plumbing connected to the kitchen sink. But every time I start to do it, the baby is sleeping. So I can't."
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The Most Inconsiderate Baby Of All Time
Every day in the month of May, and the first week of June, The Most Inconsiderate Baby Of All Time (TMIBOAT) woke up at the crack of 11:00, drove himself 10 miles to town, and laid down for a nap at the exact time a hole needed to be drilled to run a plumbing pipe to the kitchen sink of Help Hut.
The End
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Concerned Citizen: "That poor baby. He might have narcolepsy or something."
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Anonymous: "HE'S A FREAKIN' BABY! Who belongs at home, not on a job site."
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4 comments:
I most certainly agree with Anonymous, the baby belongs at home, NOT on a job site.
Those tentacle-grabbers should never have been allowed to set foot in the door. Nor any other body parts either.
Get to work or go home!
River,
Sadly, the logic is lost on the Tentacle-Grabbers. The more they stay home, the sooner that Help Hut will BECOME their home.
I know a person or two who fails the logic test...so sad.
River,
Yes, but as I have to remind Farmer H almost daily, "You can't live other people's lives for them. You can only help them so much."
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