Earlier this week I was complaining about City workers , I could not get return calls for info I needed to complete a survey . So I called everyday and finally got the guy . Arranged to drive an hour to the City office and get what I needed . His desk is covered in at least 1.5' of papers and maps . What freaked me out was a full APPLE in a nasty state of decay sitting in the middle of all this crap . In the middle of the work space . I keep looking at the Apple and look at him I say you going to eat that . He says no and leaves it there . I got my crap got the heck out. o.O
surprised there wasn't a swarm of fruit flies buzzing around.
Maybe he thought he was going to write some poetry. The German poet Schiller used to keep rotting apples under the lid of his desk, because the aroma inspired him when he was stuck for a word.
Cheers,
Henry
I remember when I was younger, my boss and I went a city utility's office to try to find info on subsurface utilities. They sent us to some dark backroom down the hall, which was literally the messiest room I've ever seen in a professional setting. It looked like an episode of "Hoarders". Maps and papers everywhere, tabled stacked to ceiling, filing cabinets so full the drawers wouldn't close, and papers just crumpled in and half hanging out. Random papers all over the floor ...
The guy that worked there just had a look on his face like "are you serious?" when we asked him if he had any info near our parcel. He shuffled through from papers and moved some stuff around, then said something like "I think we might have discarded that set of plans", or whatever, to let us know he done looking ...
> Maybe he thought he was going to write some poetry. The German poet Schiller used to keep rotting apples under the lid of his desk, because the aroma inspired him when he was stuck for a word.
Schiller...apple...stuck. There must be quite a story there to Tell. 😉
ha ha ha ha :beer: