Sitting in the HP and C had given me time to complete my essay about why I liked food grilled, so longh as somebody else was running the grill. I even had time to put the pen back in the Customer Rep’s pen-holder cup.
I couldn’t help but figure by now the Bank Manager and the Customer Rep were having a second cup of coffee as they went over more of the enteprenarial efforts of one HM WeenerMan. Like the time he decided to go into the crayfish-farming buksiness. That lasted until he fell into the pond that held the crawdads.