Meanwhile, FBNA headquarters was buzzing with the news.
"Is it true? How can it be? Svejk quit? But, who will ensure that we get our mail? Who will shred all incoming postal packages and letters?"
These were the questions being asked in the hallways.
TED, on his daily Harley ride at lunch time was unaware of the happenings.
By chance, he stopped in at the Sedona Deli (yes ... THE Sedona Deli) to chat with the owner about the rumors of yet another stoplight being added in town. "The townspeople won't like it", said the owner, to which TED replied, "I suppose you're right. Did you see me on Nightline? Nice profile shot, don't you think?"
Just then, Svejk walked in. TED, knowing that Svejk was supposed to be down in the mailroom, shredding to his heart's content, was surprised at his appearance.
"Hi, Svejk. What's up?", asked TED, innocently.
Svejk scowled at TED, removed his Italian made sunglasses, and said ...
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