Three guys are working on a little green hatchback on the street. The hood's open, the front is jacked up. One guy is in the front doing something, the other two are standing behind the car watching, it seems, the varying level of exhaust being produced. Now they've all stepped away from the car, and are standing by a mean black chevy truck, an older one. Now they're all looking under the hood of the hatchback.
Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an unfortunate new seating arrangement here, the Business Park Observer will be unable to continue its coverage. The Observer staff regrets this development, and apologizes for any inconvenience it may cause, especially to anyone whose job requires them to know when the UPS truck has arrived, or whether or not claw-on-a-stick man is clawing at the lawn with his claw.
The semi-darkness of the author's new work space offers a view of things far, far less interesting than what was available in the environment of glamour and suspense provided by the Business Park, but in the event that it produces a new publication, a link to that will be posted here.
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