WarrenPeace

I worked in a small downtown law firm as a...hmmm...I don’t really know what it was called...I think the owner called me his Girl Friday. My special contribution to the firm was my ability to keep the lobby magazines up-to-date and in perfect order at all times. This, after extensive training provided by the owner himself, mind you. As the Girl Friday of a former governor of the state, it fell upon me to type his memoirs from his dictation, which he never could quite grasp were static-filled because he dictated while driving, and apparently hanging his head out the window of his pickup. On one particular day, I got hung up on trying to understand what he was saying on the tape, so I stopped and first asked his administrator if he could understand what was being said on the tape. The answer being no of course, I had to visit the Gohvnah’s chambers to ask him what he had said at this point in the tape. The next thing I saw was a legal pad and a pen flying towards me, and as I ducked, I heard the Guhvhah yelling “Chinky-Pin! Chinky-Pin! Chinky-Pin! Don’t you know anything about fishing?” This was my first job out of law school.

You know that Banana Fana Fo Fana thing...We had a dog named Tucker when my nieces learned it.