Curses, Foiled Again!

Solstice Seahorse

It’s a summer Monday, after a brimming hot busy head-spinning weekend. I’m at the office, considering subterfuge. My lord, I have a cunning plan.

Linus: Um, hi, I was just coming to see you.
The Office Manager: Yes? What’s up?
Linus: Barack Obama just called. He, uh, he wants to show me something.
The Office Manager: Really! And where is Barack Obama right now?
Linus: Coney Island.
The Office Manager: Imagine that. And what does Barack Obama want to show you out there in Coney Island on a Monday afternoon?
Linus: He didn’t say. Maybe a nice shell?
The Office Manager: Well I think you should head right out there. Wouldn’t want to keep him waiting. Maybe he’ll give you a job. Since you’ll need one.
Linus: Right. Well, back to work.

About Linus

The man behind the curtain. But couldn't we get a nicer curtain?
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