Priority One
When I walked in this morning, a heated conversation was going on in the nearby manager’s office. It was not an argument since both parties agreed; but it was heated. I stopped in because I had something else to ask the manager and I got to be included in the discourse.
“Right now,” S. B. said to me, “if I had one nuke, just one nuke, and the choice to fire it at Iraq, Afghanistan, or corporate headquarters, do you know where it would go?”
“I have a hunch,” I said.
“It would go right there to the headquarters. Get rid of them all.”
“I would appreciate you waiting until I get back,” I said. This was not a particularly wise thing to say, but nobody has ever accused me of wisdom. S.B. looked at me.
“You’re going there? I can get rid of all my problems at once.” He mimed holding a trembling finger over a button. “Is he there yet? Is he there yet?”