Mr. Finkelstein's farewell

We entered the belly of the whale today and got soused. It was a fun afternoon being together. I don't know how many olives were consumed but I think a lot. On Wednesday Mr. Finkelstein's possessions will be moved to his new sales territory. I inherited a lovely picture of a rowboat from Mr. Finkelstein and forever will have to think of poor Annette who got thrown into the sea. Cheers Mr. Finkelstein. You are one of a kind. Next week Mr. Finkelstein's current boss is coming for a short visit. His name is B. Shop. Nobody knows what the "B" stands for and we call him "Chucky."