Flash Thursday, no prompt, BOLO in Flash Friday
- Jan. 22, 2015, 12:30 p.m.
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- Public
“You’re quite a bit over-qualified for this job Mr. Dawg.”
“I realize How good I look on paper, ma’am, but in real life I’m quite a bit dumber than I look.”
“Even So … you applying for a line cook and, you spent … five years with the US Marshalls service.”
“Like I said …”
“Why are you no longer employed with the Marshalls service, Mr. Dawg?”
“Acronym misshap.”
“Sorry?”
“Not as sorry as I was.”
“I meant …”
“I know what you meant. I spotted a fugitive while I was at the gas station. I had the wife and kids with me, we were going away for the weekend camping on the coast, so I called it in.”
“Seems reasonable.”
“I meant to call in a BOLO, Caucasion, 5’10, slender, faded 501’s, black wife-beater and a porn moustache.”
“Crass, still, seems more like a citation than a termination.”
“Yeah, well, I called in a BOGO.”
“And?”
“The directors wife dialed in for four, expecting to only pay for two.”
“Mr. Dawg, you realize line cooks deal in code all day long.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“We can’t have our wait staff 86’d.”
“I understand, thank you for your time.”
“She had to pay full price, yes?”
“Yes.”
