Posted by Casanova_Frankenstein, a resident of the Old Towne neighborhood, on Sep 10, 2012 at 6:28 pm Casanova_Frankenstein is a member (registered user) of PleasantonWeekly.com Namaste, comrades! It is I, Casanova Frankenstein!
If you have not already heard, Tim Hunt recently descended from Castlewood to walk among the mortals, and do you know what? Tim Hunt was not pleased.
Beware, you blue-collar plebes! This will not be tolerated! You are lucky that your Tim Hunt is a merciful Tim Hunt, else you would have been smitten with his wrath for mopping--and not toweling--the liquid off of the floor. Hast thou no shame? And you, duct-tape guy, is it too much to ask that you also carry around a mop with you, although you're probably maintenance staff? I mean, surely you realize that you people all look the same to Tim Hunt. Act accordingly!
Now, Tim Hunt is far too classy to actually tell you how you are supposed to behave in His presence. Yea, verily, his nobility is great! So allow me to be his prophet, and I will speak unto you of the proper rituals:
1. If there is a small technical issue, such as condensation on an air conditioning unit, Tim Hunt must be notified. Is he expected to simply move out of the car? Who, exactly, do you think you report to?
2. Be whatever Tim Hunt expects you to be, at all times. Electrician? Doesn't matter--clean up the water that doth offend the eye of Tim Hunt. At the very least, lay your cloak over the wet spot so that His shoes may go unmoistened.
3. Do not turn your back when exiting His presence. A bow or lowly curtsy should be maintained as one backs away from His Grace. Toadying is encouraged, but not required. Always keep your eyes lowered or respectfully averted, however.
It is an awesome responsibility being Tim Hunt, knowing that he can do anyone's job much better than they can, if he really wanted to. Remember what the poet said:
Take up the Tim Hunt's burden--
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of union things.
The BARTs ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go mark them with your living,
And mark them with your dead.
In summary, take notice, union thugs! There is no excuse for this shoddiness, especially in this age of severe budget cuts. You have been warned!
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