Argh. It continues. Yesterday I loitered around the library all day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the toad who persists in denying me access to the things I need. He didn't emerge from his cave, however, until well after four in the afternoon at which point I had accomplished nothing except the reading of a few newspapers. He passed me as if he wasn't going to see me, so I reached over and tapped his shoulder. He turned suddenly, tweed audibly rustling, and said "Excuse me," as if he had been spit on. It took some self-control to keep that from coming true. "Pardon me," I said, "I've been waiting quite some time, sir, for an opportunity to speak to you. I'm working on a project involving . . ." The old bastard cut me off, "Well, I'm sorry, but I have only a few moments before I'm expected elsewhere . . . Why don't you make an appointment with my secretary, and I'll have a word about your project," (said like a rotten bean) "tomorrow. Good day." And he walked away as if wearing leg braces. I immediately sought out his secretary, finding her with only the greatest difficulty.
Ah, the phone rings.
I love you
Henry
Take some time, prepare a sign; the personality it divides.
