Little Billy Breaker was 15 and had a job.

Quite a simple job.

A total “trip” really.

A perfect job for a teen like him.

All he had to do was sit there.  Whenever someone sent too much stuff his way, it was his job to just shut the line down—-giving everyone working along the line a chance to catch up and for things to cool off a bit.

For a whole week—-seven days in a row—-he did his job, just like he was supposed to do—-shutting everything down perfectly—-and still—-

everyone was mad him!

In fact it seemed to him that the better he did his job the madder everyone got.

They would just come right up to him, get right in his face and make him get back to work.

This confused Billy to no end.

He could not understand.  If it was his “job” to shut things down, then why wouldn’t anyone let him do his job?

One day, he came to work and found that he had been replaced—-no notice or anything—-with a bigger, version of himself —-this replacement was 30, “at least”—-and totally full of himself.

Well, this was not good.

No one bigger than he could do his job as good as he could—he was sure of it.   He knew that when it came to his particular job—bigger was certainly not better.

Changing the job description would surely result in disaster.

WHAT IS THAT SMELL?

Do you smell it too?

Billy’s protests fell on deaf ears as he asked, “Don’t you guys remember when the same thing happened to Frankie Fuse?”

By Charles Buell, Real Estate Inspections in Seattle

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