Well, Well, Well.......... John C finally got a real job at last.........
He was riding along in training driving on a glorious Grey Hound Bus......... Oh that big hard glossy white steering Wheel........... at last.........
Day came to set him free.......... do drive on your very own.... 'They said'
Blast.... he could not figure out how to get the damn bus to move...........
Had he forgotten something?
Fiddle this Fiddle that.... No.... the bus tweren' t a moving... not even an inch... set solid as if brakes were on........ or tires and wheels were set in concrete......
and all those people on the bus trying to get to the airport.... with important places to be and go..... his nerves were a chatter.....
Where is that damn hand held radio?.... he would call HQ for help............
Hello, Hello, Hello............
a faint crackling voice came across..................... from somewhere far, far away........... barely audible....
He thought perhaps if I walk up to higher ground I can get better line of sight transmission... and reception...... to hear the voice of cunning.........
So off he went on foot in a great hurry.........
It was falling dark and he was having a hard time reading what did what on the radio buttons....
Oh heavens LOOK! it has an antenna..... I will pull that out he thought......
Still not much better...............
He climbed up on a pile of seaweed strewn rocks and rubble... and remembered.... hey I have been here before............
Oh careful now you don't slip and fall into that nasty slime, then carefully, ........... he made his way back down to the street full of sort of nefarious scary looking characters ... the sort that might stab you.... for your money... then he peered down into a Hall below the streets level............
He found an authority figure down there dressed in black carrying a rather sizable side arm.....
He approached him and said.... Sir, ' I think I may need some help'...........
The Guard motioned just a minute and they both looked into an adjoining room at the same time... in there was a man in civilian clothes wearing gold wire rimmed glasses.... that was holding a rectangular device up to his forehead.... how strange... it looked... he thought...' what the Fuck!' is that thing?
Suddenly the man with the device motioned to the guard .... the guard grabbed the hand held radio out of John C's..... hands and threw it across the room into the open space... above
airborne it exploded................... in a nano second.....
God God.... ! John Exclaimed , ..... he had never had such gratitude sweep over him in his entire life.... and in a moments notice.........
it was super intense.... someone had planted a bomb on the bus in the hand held radio .............. and it was his first real day on the job .... and there he was trying to make a call........... on the very same device... holding it up to his Head........ How Brilliant................ truly...........
My God ! My God! he was just so humbled.... who was that man... with the gold wire rimmed glasses?
That Knew about it beforehand ?
The exploding hand held radio.....
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