dizzy-dame's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reason #205 why I love my job. A coworker is pulling a late night at the office. Maybe he has too much free time, maybe he�s just wacky. He gets a wild hair up his ass. There�s a white bus in the parking lot. It�s there because early in the morning a group of examiners has to board it to go to Arkansas, in order to take their exams to be licensed to handle claims coming out of the state. It�s a perfect target. The group boards the bus for 7 a.m., and they drive and drive and drive. As they're moseying along, they notice people honking and staring at the bus oddly. They have no clue what�s going on. They try to ignore it, and keep driving. Finally, they reach Arkansas. They make a quick pit stop to pick up some snacks and relieve their bladders before they get to the testing center. One of them walks around the back of the bus. And there they see it. The cause of all the chaos that�s been following them across state lines. It�s a big plaque. A plaque that has been securely fastened to the back of their big white bus. A plaque with two big smiley faces on either side. And in the middle, in great big letters: GAY PRIDE VAN 8:56 PM - March 17, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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