The Journey To HR, Part 94!

The HR lady frowned.

She seemed to not like the sound of the ruckus.

She pulled the phone on her desk closer and pushed a button.

“What’s going on out there? Why is there a ruckus?”

A voice came thru the phone.

“Ahh….we’ve got someone out here demanding to see you, they won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

The HR lady frowned and grabbed another beer.

“Tell them I’m in a meeting and CANNOT be disturbed!”

There was more outside ruckus.

Then silence.

The voice on the phone again.

“That’s a big 10-4, Rubbery Cluck. Got the situation under control now, they thought it wise to grab my phone and I gave it to them but good.”

The HR lady smiled and drank the rest of her beer.

“Got the best security in the business,” she said to me as she walked to a door.

“’Rubbery Cluck’”? I asked.

She turned and stared at me.

I shut up, but just for a second.

“Cause we got a little ‘ole convoy, rockin’ through the night?” I asked.

She opened the door and the medical staff carried in a stretcher.

“Yeah, we got a little ‘ole convoy, ain’t she a beautiful sight?” I asked the medical staff.

They didn’t respond and dropped the stretcher to the ground.

“C’mon and join our convoy, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way?” I asked as they left the room.

The HR lady looked at the stretcher and began laughing.

“We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ‘cross the……..HOLY COW! Is that what I think it is?” I asked when I saw what was on the stretcher.

She continued laughing as she walked back to her desk and pulled a bunch of pens and paper from yet another desk drawer.

“USA?” I asked no one in particular.