From: firstname.lastname@example.org (sir rick the cockroach) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: FTSD : Black conveyer belt. Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 04:28:55 GMT Lines: 35 Message-ID: <email@example.com> X-Trace: fu-berlin.de 975644938 241323 18.104.22.168 (16 ) X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.21/32.243 There is a sign that says welcome in red neon and it's over an entryway where a conveyer belt passes through, it winds through rock formations and down to valleys and around bushes and plants and there are diners along that way that say "Ma's Eats" but the belt doesn't stop and it goes right by. There's not time for eating, or resting, or taking a break, and there is no sitting down, though you don't have to stand up, but everyone else is, and it's just a common courtesy to do so, out of respect for the people who aren't allowed to sit down and you begin to wonder if you're one of the people who aren't allowed to sit, and that maybe no one is allowed to sit but before you can finish the thought and come to a conclusion, the belt curves to the right, and your body jerks, and goes with the belt, while your idea keeps going straight. But there is still no sitting down, and maybe you're not allowed to sit down, but there's not time for that, there's a checkpoint up ahead and it's time to get out your papers and your ID, so when you get to the guards, you can show them you're allowed to be here, on the conveyer belt, along with everyone else, to busy to sit, or just not allowed, but there's no time for that because you're at the guards, and you show your papers and ID, but there's a problem with one of the papers, the wrong date was printed, so you're taken from the belt, and placed on another one, given new documents to prove and to show your old papers were wrong and need to be changed, and so that the guards that are coming up will know, and won't take you off and ask you questions, and now you show your papers, and hope that they're right, and good thing they are, because now there's no delays going to the office where a trained secratary will go over your misprinted papers, papers in error, and ask what is wrong, but do you remember, oh of course, the date was wrong, because it's not December 1st, it's November 30th, and now that it's changed, you can go back on the belt, and as you leave, you noticed a sign, a sign that says Thanks for coming! in red neon on the doorway right about the start of the black conveyer belt. This is my .sig. Witty, non?