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B. An M-1 Abrams army tank.C. Hot lava... |
D. A winning lottery ticket.E. 1/2 dozen alligators... |
F. A choir of Nepalese dwarves that yodel in 5 languages.
G. The cure for world hunger.
H. Launch codes for a military missile silo...
J. DNA samples of extinct Australian marsupials.
K. A Steven Seagal movie nominated for a "Best Picture" Academy Award.
L. An arsenal large enough to overthrow a South American dictator's regime.
Having stated his desires, my boss
ALSO mentions that he wants said item before 5 pm, and that he doesn't
want to pay more than $50 for it.
With the clock now reading 4:58, I
cry out, "But there has to be some flexibility here, because..." (As
with example A, the proper response would be, "That would be sacrilege
to the ninjas!"
At which this point my boss loftily exclaims, "I find that difficult to believe. I firmly hold fast to the notion that someone out there must have said item in his garage just sitting there, waiting to be used! Now go find me one!"
From here, with clenched teeth this statement issues from my lips: "Fine. While I'm at it, should I find you a map of Utopia or a working flux capacitor too?"
As luck would have it, my boss
always stops and says, "Hey! If you could get me one of those too
before 5:30, that would be great!"
(I happen to be stockpiling a
considerable amount of automatic weapons for when the lid finally
blows- see request L!)