Thursday, March 22, 2012
A Tipping Point
Like a bathroom attendant in Grand Central’s Oyster Bar, ready to provide towels, soap, etc., The Smee had positioned himself plop in the middle of the bathroom, ready to serve The Misters’ every need.
“Mister, do you think we should tip him?”
“Mister, with what?”
“We could pet him gently and thank him. The great colonizers did that – and it worked for a good long…”
The Smitty interrupts to speak for himself, his generation, his people, nation, kind:
“A Thank you and a handshake? A pat on the head? Tip? You call that a tip? Here’s a tip for you: I sneeze on you! Ker-choo! You got that? Ker-choo you!”
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