Boy, Diane sure got herself in trouble with that snow day thing. Poor dear, at the rate she's going, pretty soon she'll be selling shoes at the Rack.
It's a good thing I cracked the whip on our city employees. Just when the place was covered in ice (except for my block -- those Maintenance fellows were so good), I came in to work and told them all to get their sorry butts back in here with me. God help me, was I steamed! After my televised address, I had to head over to Saks for a couple of hours to cool off.
As I told my chauffeur on the way down here that day, there's no reason why people should stay home just because there's six inches of ice on the ground. Especially the people over on the east side. It's very flat over there. Those people should have gotten themselves back on the stick.
Well, they lived and they learned. Like that Trail Blazer player, what's his name, you know, the sleepy one -- Dale Damon -- if they didn't work, they didn't get paid.
Posted by Vera at February 10, 2004 10:41 AM