Hubert,
Our status is likened to an old, but still amusing anecdote about perceived situations; to wit;
An attorney, (all good jokes should use attorneys as the nub) was relegated to Hell, and dispatched immediately to Admissions and New Arrivals. His escort, an ernest underling was explaining policy, as well as benefits, (no layoffs, position security, health maintenance, etc.) when they approached a large well appointed room which for all practical purposes was an Olympic sized swimming pool. The pool was packed, and it was obvious to the attorney that this gathering included many from his profession and societal standing. The pool was not deep, actually about waist high for the participants, who oddly enough were all smoking; cigars, pipes cigarettes, etc., while chatting merrily. The only bad thing, was when upon closer observation, and through sensory confirmation, the pool was , in essence, filled with fetid excrement.
Being pragmatic, the attorney in effect noted that this was not all bad, and the participants seemed a happy group, under the circumstances. Then from another level a voice boomed out from above….." Break's over, back on your knees"
My only question at this point is …..Are we smoking yet?
Bill Kidston |
