I am now working as a G-Man. (But I have a clipboard not a Tommy gun like this G-Man.)
Actually, it’s more like a “C-Man” because I am checking up on people who have not turned in their census forms. This is going to cut into my daytime climbing schedule (“Awww, that’s too bad!”) for a few weeks.
I wish I could talk more about this job, but unless you’ve got a need-to-know, my lips are zipped.
You know what they say about flapping the ol’ lips:
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