“Those little comments of yours would be better suited on bathroom walls, my dear boy. And yet every wall is a bathroom for a man with enough whiskey in him. Very well, as I was saying: We are about to embark on a tour. I’m afraid most of this will be occurring underground, where my employees live and brew the liquor you consume at this very moment. Here on the ground floor is all that silly packaging and shipping business. All of that is handled by robots and whatnot. In fact, the whole factory used to be manned by robots until I started hiring people again. At any rate, there are just a few simple rules while being here. You must sample a bit of everything, for no one likes to be sober around a drunk person. Consider that rule for your own good, especially you my little young friend.” Ole Grandpa wagged a finger at Chatpers and pointed at a cherry liquor being added to his Shirley Temple. Chatpers blinked and looked a bit confused at an adult making him drink alcohol, took a brief tentative sip, and then smiled for everyone to see. “That’s a good boy! Now, the second rule is that you will please not disturb any of the workers, only observe. Part of the reason they are down here is for privacy and peace, which I give them in exchange for their labor. When we do speak to them, if you could please refrain from mentioning the outside world, especially other types of liquor unless you consider it an inferior one.” At this Jonah sniffed and turned her attention to the olives in her martini, looking away from Ole Granpa. “And the third rule is, keep your eyes wide and your smiles wider! After all, the one eyed man has no more business ruling the kingdom of the blind than a person does not having fun in a liquor factory. Off we go!” The group all stood, little Chatpers a bit too fast and Jonah a bit too slow, and all filed behind Ole Grandpa while towing their paper cups of alcohol. Only Gerry remained behind for a brief moment, a look of worry on his face before asking the kid behind the counter for one more refill as he downed the drink.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Rules
“Those little comments of yours would be better suited on bathroom walls, my dear boy. And yet every wall is a bathroom for a man with enough whiskey in him. Very well, as I was saying: We are about to embark on a tour. I’m afraid most of this will be occurring underground, where my employees live and brew the liquor you consume at this very moment. Here on the ground floor is all that silly packaging and shipping business. All of that is handled by robots and whatnot. In fact, the whole factory used to be manned by robots until I started hiring people again. At any rate, there are just a few simple rules while being here. You must sample a bit of everything, for no one likes to be sober around a drunk person. Consider that rule for your own good, especially you my little young friend.” Ole Grandpa wagged a finger at Chatpers and pointed at a cherry liquor being added to his Shirley Temple. Chatpers blinked and looked a bit confused at an adult making him drink alcohol, took a brief tentative sip, and then smiled for everyone to see. “That’s a good boy! Now, the second rule is that you will please not disturb any of the workers, only observe. Part of the reason they are down here is for privacy and peace, which I give them in exchange for their labor. When we do speak to them, if you could please refrain from mentioning the outside world, especially other types of liquor unless you consider it an inferior one.” At this Jonah sniffed and turned her attention to the olives in her martini, looking away from Ole Granpa. “And the third rule is, keep your eyes wide and your smiles wider! After all, the one eyed man has no more business ruling the kingdom of the blind than a person does not having fun in a liquor factory. Off we go!” The group all stood, little Chatpers a bit too fast and Jonah a bit too slow, and all filed behind Ole Grandpa while towing their paper cups of alcohol. Only Gerry remained behind for a brief moment, a look of worry on his face before asking the kid behind the counter for one more refill as he downed the drink.
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