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Friday, July 12, 2019

Job Expedition



Our little group straggled across the courtyard after our (hopefully) future boss, Steven.
He turned and looked behind at us. “Forward all!” he said. “And please try and keep together, people. This is a big place and for the first while especially, it’s pretty easy to find oneself lost.”
Sally and I snickered a bit at that. Well, she did. I was trying to make a good impression.
“Now over here, we have the pub. Notice how it’s situated just inside the great city gates. This is largely for convenience. People stopping briefly for refreshment didn’t have to navigate the entire town to call in for a pint. And didn’t further clog up the streets thereby.” He pointed. “You can see how narrow and twisting they are.”
“Like our drains,” Sally said.
“Beg pardon?” She had his attention.
“Well, you know. They’re all narrow and twisting and when you put things . . . well . . . things other than . . . you know. . . water down the drain and they plug up. And nothing is getting down there. And you have to get the plunger. And your mom has a fit and starts quoting plumbing costs. Like that.”
Everyone had stopped and were staring at her.
“Erm. Yes,” our guide said, doubtfully. “Mayhap that could happen.” He turned slowly and, his eyes still glancing back from time to time at Sally, pointed upward. “Now if you were to follow my finger, thus, you will notice . . .”
“He talks funny,” Sally said.
 “Shhh!” I whispered elbowing her.
For the next few minutes he led us past barracks, shops, tiny stone houses and at least one church. Sally was, thankfully, silent.
Finally, he steered us through a wide, stone archway and up a steep set of stairs. “Please stay close for this next part, people.” He gave Sally a particularly direct stare. “It will be even easier to get disoriented. From here on in, we have an extra dimension to concern ourselves with.”
“Huh?” Sally hadn’t followed.
“You know. Lose your orientation . . .” I began.
“We don’t just have around and around to think about,” Steven clarified. “We have up and down, as well.”
Oops. Need I point out just how good Sally is with ‘down’?
“Now through this corridor, we come to the entryway to the battlements.”
“Oooh! Cannons and stuff!” Sally exclaimed.
I shivered. I’m not sure why. I suppose because . . . Sally.
“Erm. Yes. We have a particularly fine collection of old cannon here at Bonemeade Castle.”
I smiled a little. Poor Steven didn’t know that we had just added one more to the collection because Sally was a bit of a ‘loose cannon’ herself.
We walked out onto an open area. Around the edges were low stone walls, each divided by several openings. From every opening protruded a large, gleaming cannon.
Of course all we could see were their backsides. But it was enough to elicit an enthusiastic “Cool!” from Sally.
Again, I shivered.
To one side was a long, stone ramp and at the top of that ramp, two more huge cannon.
My eyes were drawn there for some reason. Probably because that was the direction Sally had taken.
My sister bounded up the slope and I watched in dreadful fascination. Have you known you were about to witness a disaster, and that you simply had no chance to do anything about it?
Yeah. That.
Why, oh why did I imagine I could bring my sister to a job interview and hope to succeed?
Inevitably, only a few seconds later, one of the cannon started sliding backward down the slope. Because of course it would.
Huh. Loose Cannon meets loose cannon. Who’da thought?
People scrambled out of the way as the 4-ton behemoth rumbled along, picking up speed.
It hit the flat surface with a great thump, then slowly rolled to a stop.
Sally was staring at it. “I don’t know what happened. I just touched it!”
I released the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
Steven, ashen-faced, started walking slowly toward it. “That’s been up there, safely anchored for two centuries,” he gasped out. He wiped a suddenly beaded brow. “Thank the Lord no one was hurt!”
He pulled out his radio with shaking hands and spoke into it. “Martha? Yeah, Steven here with the job applicants. There’s been a bit of an incident on the battlement tower. No one injured, thankfully, but . . . ummm . . . could you track down someone with a crane? Oh, and Martha? Could you please send someone to replace me? I need to find a laundry.”
He turned to us. “Someone else will finish your tour. Please excuse me.”
As he started to walk away, he turned suddenly to me. “Gwen, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“Do you and your sister come as a package deal? Yes or no.”
I stared at him. “Ummm . . . Which answer will get me the job?”




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15 comments:

  1. "Which answer will get me the job" - that's the million dollar question, right? ;-)))

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  2. I guess I know Sally pretty well by now, I was shuddering right along with Gwen. Every time.

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    1. I'm thinking it may be time for Gwen to head over to ye olde sisters store and trade her in on a newer model . . .

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  3. Gwen will have grey hair before her time. I suspect she will also find parenting a walk in the park.

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    1. Oh, so true. Until she has a child just like her sister! I know. It happened to me!

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    2. It won't come as the shock to her that it no doubt does to some parents though. And she will recognise the Sally child quicker than some.

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  4. I'm thinking "no" might be the right answer!

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    1. I'm totally with you Jenny! I'm thinking bringing her mom would have been a safer bet...

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  5. Taking Sally on a job interview....what WAS she thinking???

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  6. That Sally I don't know how's she's survived all of the misadventures she's had. She must be part cat! (Rena)

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  7. I need the laundry ROTFL
    Spatulas On Parade

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  8. Only Sally could disengage a cannon that's been there two centuries! So funny. Never a dull moment...

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