Kelly in Customer Service could certainly do something for these humble people. Wasn’t that her job?
It was Madison, his niece. “Careful,” Santa said. “Remember, I’m Santa Claus…”
“He can’t concentrate. It’s bad again. If a helicopter comes over he hides in the restroom….”
“Shouldn’t you be with your cigar-smoking Republican crooks, drowning another failed election cycle in scotch?”
It’s obvious that the Republican traitors who are giving up on Donald J. Trump — McCain, Romney, and the rest — are probably not making donations to his campaign…
“No,” Wally said. “Except he does get real quiet when there’s robins in the yard. He sneaks up on them. He’s quite a robin-hunter…”
Charles was exhausted. A strange feeling had come over him as the last of his guests went home. He dialed Chet…
All the Hathaways would convene once more in the Wilbert Thorndike Auditorium, where several marshals of the law, experts and dignitaries, politicians and law clerks would be in attendance…
Chet Bjertle didn’t have to work. So each year, on Labor Day, he was faced with a most perplexing conundrum. When one has no job, what does one do on his day off?
“She she won’t be using her passport or credit cards, or the one-way airline ticket on my kitchen table. Or her suitcase, which I put in my closet…”
“That’s a charming story,” Kenneth said. “Why isn’t it celebrated?”
Imagine how different America would have been, if Congress — instead of forever severing our political ties with Great Britain — had simply gone around to the corner tavern and knocked down a few beers?