The Journey To HR, Part 103!

The HR lady pressed the button on her desk again.

Another door opened and in walked three people, all wearing white coats.

One was holding a large tube of glue.

One was holding many, many cable ties.

The last one was holding a large bucket of paste.

The HR lady tossed the large tin bucket their way.

Bob was grabbed from his chair, tossed to the ground and surrounded.

After hours of sounds of squirting glue and cable ties being secured with that “zip” sound, they were done.

Two of the people left leaving the one with the bucket of paste.

I looked at Bob and tried not to laugh.

“They gave him arms and legs made out of…….Lincoln Logs?” I asked.

The HR lady laughed.

“Yep! Them’s the rules!”

I sighed as I continued looking at Bob.

“Don’t you think that’s a little bit, well, harsh?” I asked.

“Do you really think so?” she asked.

“Nah,” I replied, quite quickly.

We both laughed.

Bob struggled to his Lincoln Log feet.

He looked at his arms and screamed.

Then he looked at his legs.

He screamed again.

The remaining white coated person opened the bucket of paste and removed a hefty chunk with a spoon.

As Bob continued with his screams, the white coat shoved the paste into his mouth.

Bob chewed and swallowed.

He looked thoughtful.

The white coat dropped the spoon into the paste bucket and left.

Bob sat down next to the bucket and began spooning more paste into his mouth.

Soon, he figured that wasn’t enough.

He began using his hands to shovel great globs of paste into his mouth.

We watched.

“That’s all he can eat from now on,” said the HR lady.

I nodded.

“It shall sustain him for the rest of his life as long as he hasn’t ever done any drugs or drank any alcohol at any point of his life,” she said.

“Uhhhhhhhh…….?” I asked.

“Oh,” she responded.

We both started laughing again.

Then came the whooshing sound.