The other morning, S. was arranging traffic cones, as usual, near the cemetery entrance. But they were green! "What happened to the orange cones?" I asked. "I like to take pictures of them." "Oh, the boss says no one likes orange cones, so he's gotten new ones."
This morning, I remarked on the felled trees, little knowing that I would soon see another whole line of stumps up the hill. "Well, when the boss arrived, I told him that some of the local guys who work here would help him get acclimated to the place. But he said he was too busy. Too busy. Said he needed to change as much as possible in the first 90 days. It's all about changing things."
Sounds like someone at the top, I remarked. "Oh, we wish he were as good as Trump," S responded. "And you know what? He HATES Trump."
"Sure acts like him."
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