The good girl is running behind schedule and we are the only employees left in the office. It’s a quarter of twelve and we need to get to lunch. She approaches my desk and asks me about Dr. Supreme’s choice in tobacco.
“Hell, I don’t give a crap what he smokes. I do know it stinks, much like the water in the college pond. I’d rather smell the shit from the school farm across the way.”
“Hey, here’s an idea KennyGene. Why don’t we mix some weed into his pipe tobacco? The weed is the same color and texture. He’ll never realize until...”
“Funny girl you are, what a trip. One problem, how are we going to get into his private inner sanctum and remain unnoticed,” I ask.
“Simple, Mrs. Right comes back from lunch, she’ll go in his office to refill his tobacco chest; and then head to the ladies room. She always goes to powder her nose right after the noon hour.”
“KennyGene, you get the stash and I’ll mix the latest, greatest for the all powerful one. I won’t be as suspicious walking into his office. I’m always leaving papers in his chair from Dr, Everybody.”
“Done deal, “I’ll get some over break. Lebanese Red, the finest hash on the street today will be the order of choice. Nothing but the best for the man of the hour.” With that, we both leave for lunch to prepare for our part of the plan.
....to be continued...
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