New Job Bob
Monday, January 13 :: 8:05 p.m. :: permalink

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From: "Bob"
To: "Mike"
Sent: Saturday, January 11, 2003 9:27 AM
Subject: New job


Hey Mike ... I now reek terror at a convenience store in my humble upscale NW Wichita burb. I don't pump the gas (yet), but I do get to guard the beef jerky and the dogs that are done. ... It's bigger than the "bag ice" store in Smyrna. Does that paint a picture or what? ... Write soon. Bob

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Bob:

Best wishes to you in your new endeavor. I trust this opportunity will be rewarding (bottomless scorched brown goo impersonating coffee -- and watering down the windshield wiper cleaner solvent trough) and I know you will give that extra effort to ignoring toxic germs and tissue shortages in the Gents.

I shall come visit some day. I'll be the guy opening all the doors with his elbows.

Hope you might find time for me between clearing Pump 3 and administering thumb marks to the freshest bear claws.

Mike
Mourning the closing of the local Shell Country Cupboard 'cause no one calls him "Hon" anymore


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