Chuck's Wagon

Chuck is one of the warehouse personnel at The Press. He's kind of in charge of riding around on his forklift and drinking coffee. Not necessarily in that order. Anyhow, for some reason he has his own office secluded in a rarely travelled portion of our most distant warehouse.

Anyway, Chuck couldn't be bothered to bring a palette full of materials anywhere near our office. Then the plant manager would wonder, rather out loud at Bob, why our materials are just sitting around instead of being put away. At which point Bob made it clear that it was unrealistic that we travel across the plant like the Fellowship of the Ring multiple times to get our film, plates, paper, and chemicals. "Why is it so far away?" wondered the plant manager. Because Chuck is a douchebag. A lazy douchebag.

Bob was assured that this would never happen again by the annoyed plant manager. Then Bob proudly told us this story and capped it with, "I fixed HIS wagon!"

Bob vs. Martin

Sadly, this is probably the most enduring memory everyone at The Press will have of Bob. And for some of us, Martin, too. There isn't much of a story here. That antiquated colloquialism holds true in this case: a picture is worth a thousand words. At least enough to make it obvious.

One muggy morning Bob walked into the filthy bathroom we all share at The Press. And to his surprise he did spy Martin! With his tight jeans pulled down so that he could inspect his ass! This is an artist's interpretation of Bob's reaction; he says it's accurate. To his credit (discredit?) Martin didn't flinch and carried on with his creepy investigation of his sphincter pillows.