Chucky at the Factory

Chucky came to the factory today. They gave him a hard hat. He must be blind because he had one of those white sticks with him, the kind that blind people tap on the floor with before they make a step. This is good because right at the end of the factory, where we package our intelligent design and send it out the door, there is a gap in the floor where all the maladjusted ballbearing intelligent designs drop into the floor to be recycled. One has to careful and watch one's step. Actually the whole inspection was uneventful. I gave him my scroll. We exchanged a few ballbearing intelligent design phrases.
Miss Hitchley and Mrs. Fritchley are in charge while we await somebody else to come. Our weekly employee rah rah sheet looks different since Mr. Finkelstein left. I missed his comments. I will be going over tomorrow morning. Miss Hitchley will conduct the early morning yoga class.