(Phone rings)
"Advertising"
"Hey Bob, it's Al over in Holidays. You got a wrist you can spare for a couple days? Peg called in sick and we need to make quota."
"I dunno Al, we got this big contract we gotta get out the door. I don't know if we can spare anyone."
"How about the new kid?"
"The new kid? All he can draw is cars."
"That's ok. We'll throw him some work. You know, 'You auto be my valentine', or 'You drive me crazy', or 'You're a real gas.' C'mon, it's just till Peg gets back."
"Yeah, ok, you can have him. We can get Cholly to cover his accounts for a couple days."
"Thanks, Bob. I mean, how bad could he screw up?"
I'll never tire of your love!
Posted by: Bob | February 09, 2006 at 09:16 AM
It's been a pretty Goodyear, valentine!
Posted by: Georgia Romero | February 09, 2006 at 09:31 AM
I have to laugh at how primitive the computers were back then, that's some pretty bad filtering on the tire.
Posted by: Wee-Bone Talker | February 09, 2006 at 10:14 AM