Monday, May 17, 2010


Like many businesses the Press has a secretary in the front office. Often she has to come on the loud speaker to tell people they have phone calls, or packages, or whatever. But Charlotte's delivery is this awful screech that seems to come from an antediluvian time! Ron always dreaded hearing his name on the loudspeaker, "RAAAAWN!" He always felt like he was going to be dinner for pterodactyl babies! I don't blame him, that sound probably haunted his dreams.

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