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03/11/2004: "Karma?"

So, I declared that today was [one of numerous] Bring Your Duck to Work Day. Halfway between the gruelling* drive from the home nest to the office, we start hearing a noise. Looking around, we conclude it could be the garbage truck to our right (we're in the #3 lane, he's in #4, and remember -- you count lanes from left to right). But no, it wasn't the truck, it was the total lack of air or tire on the driver's rear wheel. D'oh. Fortunately, being too small to be waddling around near speeding trucks, I remained safely tucked in the travel vessel while Tubby furrowed his brow trying to figure out the whole mechanics of changing a tire. (They claim he's gifted, but still I'm waiting on written proof of that claim.) It did delay us briefly, but we eventually settled in for him to work, and me to play with the stapler**.
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* Actual gruel may vary. Gruel offer void in Tennessee, cash value 1/20¢.
** If the company goes belly up because I just put 47 staples into a piece of paper I pulled from the blue recycling bin, I can't be held responsible.