Today was the scheduled "ice cream social" (actually packaged Ted
Drewes frozen custard) to celebrate the cumpnee's great performance
last year and the subsequent fat bonus we all got. Unfortunately, it's
also a nasty sleet and freeze kind of day. Those that came in today
were punching out early. Only about ten of us were still around for the
festivities.

There were probably twice that many ice cream cups that didn't get
eaten. The secretary packed them all in the galley freezer, but I'll be
swiping one later.




Brian

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