Mr. Murphy's Interview Day: Part 2 of 3.

Mr. Murphy (Dave) squeaked. Well, his shoes did every time he'd make a point and thrust his fist in the air with only his little finger sticking out, which made him look hep and so cool, in his mind, like someone who had won a gold medal in the Olympics. He hadn't decided what sport he would medal in, but would all of this matter, if he got his dream job that very day?

Mr. Murphy was wearing official post office shoes, he had seen advertised in the local newspaper, at a yard sale. The owner told him he had only worn the shoes one winter while on the job. Dave was star struck and asked the previous owner to autograph his new used postal shoes, as he handed him nine dollars. I guess I'm veering off the road in a Gremlin blinded by the sun in a clear blue sky. Happens frequently lately.

As luck would have it, a blind man was sitting at a nearby counter with his guide dog, 'Fluffy.' The squeak's from Dave's shoes were greatly agitating the man and Fluffy was picking up on his vibe, causing her left eye to turn red. I could never really tell if Fluffy's eye color change made her look vicious or look like a rabbit.

Now Fluffy was an exceptional guide dog. There had been a problem of Fluffy not liking postmen, but after a grueling six weeks at an obedience school, Fluffy was certified. Fluffy looked at her owner, then at the squeaking postal shoes once, twice and on thrice simply had a mental breakdown (treatable some think) as she lunged, baring her teeth, at Dave's postal shoes.

While the previous was transpiring, the waitress (Scarlet) kept winking and of course Dave knew she dug his hand signal and wanted to rendezvous with him soon for dancing, lipstick removal exercises and maybe, just maybe, a game of naked twister. (Dave had bought the 'Indoor Version' of  Naked Twister on DVD narrated by Rob and Elsie and was looking forward to trying their moves).

Scarlet was actually winking at a cop in the kitchen and he too was having thoughts of a rendezvous with her, but then remembered he had given her a speeding ticket that very morning. He quickly deduced that she was either going to try to bribe him with a donut, or that something was seriously wrong. He put on his shades and was coming through the doors just as Fluffy was in the air on her way to destroy postal shoes, or so she thought. What happens next will conclude and add some needed color to this story.