|
At the end of my factory shift, I was asked to purchase some
supplies. The machines' conveyor belts needed talcum powder
to prevent them from sticking, and we had run out of aspirin
for workers with noise-induced tension headaches.
I drove to the nearest store and loaded a shopping cart with
four cases of baby powder and several boxes of aspirin. As
the man behind me in the checkout line peered at my purchases,
he laughed and exclaimed, "Must be one heck of a kid!"
|
