~Fat Black Pussycat~

Will never forget fat Pete telling me about finding fat Jack at McDonald's in Lincoln, California eating a big fat fat hamburger, when the fat operations manager loses the grievence forms (you do want to sit by the phone for free for three days because of lying dispatch) but smokes a pipe you are in the amazing company of an authority figure. The last fat fat operations manager never gave out years of service or safety awards, many sitting in his official office, but that is another story, of yet another fat fat cat. I do remember a safety man who never did the work, was quite gruff when talking to wifey on phoney. I do remember a fat dispatcher poking me in the chest when I got a job, a grown man should not have to wear a padded bra to protect himself.