“HELL’S BELLS, MAN, THIS IS MODERAN!
GET WITH IT, MAN! SELECT A HEART, OR SCRAM. CHOOSE ONE,
OR HIT THE ROLL-GOS, BUM!” (WELL — I couldn’t
fool around. He was unnecessarily taking up
my time. He was BOTHERING me.) I had parts to
sort out and things to catalogue. There well might be
a new shipment of metal windpipes today, or maybe
the latest prosthesis for the metal brain drains on head pans,
due any day now. Or a new breakthrough in fingers.
Or lungs. A warehouseman’s job is not an easy one. Try it
sometime! And I was Chief. Along with all the other
parts, I! was the only One who had the hearts…
Tags: David R Bunch