Damn it, I missed Towel Day again. I had it marked on the calendar and everything, but somehow it completely slipped through the cracks until Dave, the training supervisor at work who is also a science fiction fan, burst into the office with a loud "Happy Towel Day, everyone!"
At least I can take small comfort in being the only person who knew what in the hell he was talking about - although admittedly, not everyone would find that a reason to be comforted.
- Sid
Ya know, EVERY day is towel day where I work! Imagine being surrounded by hundreds of towels, and to be involved in collecting them, hoisting a loaded basket onto your shoulder to dump them in a designated drop spot, hauling wet towels from an industrial washer over to a dryer, then heaping dry ones into a large wheeled bin, taking these in a freight elevator to the TOWEL PEOPLE (yes, we have 2 "towel people" working in peak hours, and their sole duty is looking after towels), and then assisting in folding them correctly: into quadrants for small ones, and into 12 parts for the large ones.
ReplyDeleteAt some point this duty can be overwhelming to the point where you just want to throw in the towel.
Our thanks to the evil Doctor Smith* for that insight into the world of towels - you have the framework of an odd little children's story there, Doc, especially the bit with the TOWEL PEOPLE.
ReplyDeleteFor those of you who wish to read more of Ms. Smith's prose, you can visit her blog at:
http://fuellog.blogspot.com/
- Sid
* Apparently there's no connection with the evil Doctor Smith from "Lost in Space" - go figure.