The worst part o’ disasters was that they always happened suddenly when work seemed so calm, to be working so well. He thought after a week o’ clumsiness that he feared would lead him to ‘nother o’ those pink slips that he had the rhythm firmly fit in his feet.
@ 1st, Hans wasn’t sure exactly what was happening when he heard a whistle suddenly screech. He only knew by the act o’ his other coworkers that he was to stop & stand still.
The boss stormed up to him & pointed @ his shoes. He looked down & bit his lips @ the untied laces.
The boss said, “UNREGULATION. WRITE UP. THREE & TERMINATION.”