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- From: sharpmn@sage.cc.purdue.edu (Matthew N. Sharp)
- Subject: The Middle of Utah
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- Organization: Purdue University Computing Center
- Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 02:22:44 GMT
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- So I woke up, and there he was. Just some fat guy with
- greasy dark hair... he was shaking me, and yelling at me
- to wake up, and he had his fat greasy hands all over my
- Tri-Delt pajamas. I woke up, alright.
-
- He didn't even let me change clothes, and before I knew it,
- I had been whisked out of bed, out of my room, out the
- front door, and onto this gray bus, with a dark blue stripe
- and Something-Something Correctional Facility on the sides.
-
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- We must have ridden for twenty minutes - I couldn't really
- tell, as he never let me put my watch on - before we got
- to the warehouse. We crossed some crappy train tracks out
- in the middle of nowhere, and there it was. It was a rusty
- old building, but it looked like they had laid new concrete
- down within the last six months, and there was a yard full
- of trucks and wheelbarrows. Beyond the building lay a huge
- orchard, but I couldn't really tell what kind.
-
- So I got off the bus (which I was the only one on), and
- followed the fat man into the building. He stopped once
- to grab at the back of his underwear and hoist, then
- continued, towards a series of surgical tables, where stood
- another man in gray clothes.
-
- When I got close enough, I recognized the other man as
- Andrew Parks. Parks had the usual smart-ass sneer, and
- as we got closer said something to the fat man to the effect
- of,"You know, you _aren't_ a fat-ass loser... I love you just
- the way you are... really..."
-
- So the fat man then introduced himself to me as Earl, my new
- boss. He tossed me a peeler instrument, and a sprayer,
- which he informed me was called a "sphinx." Then he brought
- me a wheelbarrow full of apples which were longer than normal
- apples. Each one was about two and a half feet in length,
- and of normal apple diameter. He went through a couple
- example apples, and then it was time for me to get to work.
-
- I worked hard, peeling the apples, and spraying off what I
- couldn't scrape with the sphinx, while Earl told me old
- war stories from his days in the apple peeling business
- during the numerous Cyanide Apple Poisoning scares.
-
- Parks just stood there and made fun of the man. I could
- see tears in Earl's eyes from time to time, but he kept
- trodding along with the stories, and I kept peeling the
- apples.
-
- I can't wait to go back tomorrow.
-
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- Matthew Neill Sharp
- matthew@symphony.cc.purdue.edu
-