Cypress Oracle
May 16th, 2002, 10:43:49 PM
Cypress Oracle, a poor man's professional, walked into the establishment and found a stool at the bar.
"Hey. Um... I'll have a beer.. chilled."
As the bartender returned with Cypress's drink, a business card lay before him on the counter.
"That.. is my card."
The card read: Pendulum Cleaners, Inc.: We clean clocks.
Cypress leaned in. "It's a stupid front, I know." He sighed. "But,
you, Mr.. I don't know your name, but.. I believe that you.. are a blue collar type of guy.. no? I just get that impression. Who, just might be willing to help other blue collar type of guys out. Such as a professional clock cleaner, like myself." Cypress winked at the man. "If you would keep this card out. Or like just lacquer it to the table here.... I'd be really.. appreciative."
"Hey. Um... I'll have a beer.. chilled."
As the bartender returned with Cypress's drink, a business card lay before him on the counter.
"That.. is my card."
The card read: Pendulum Cleaners, Inc.: We clean clocks.
Cypress leaned in. "It's a stupid front, I know." He sighed. "But,
you, Mr.. I don't know your name, but.. I believe that you.. are a blue collar type of guy.. no? I just get that impression. Who, just might be willing to help other blue collar type of guys out. Such as a professional clock cleaner, like myself." Cypress winked at the man. "If you would keep this card out. Or like just lacquer it to the table here.... I'd be really.. appreciative."