And they will be holding on to lamp posts and sign, feigning fighting against a strong wing. While half a dozen crew members toss water at them from just out of frame. Six times an hour. Until someone calls ‘lunch’! (I’ve done the blizzard version.)
I imagine he might tell you he could tell when something wasn’t right by the subtle change in the rhythm of the press or vibrations in the floor. A cacophony to the layman. A comfort to the pressman while they proof read the paper. Even though it had all been checked by half a dozen others before him.
No, no, you read the back of the box. Again… and again. When it first came out it had pages that opened on the back. Don’t remember what the ‘book’ was about. Just impressed to see it. No prize inside. Blast!
Now at the Drive-in, The Zombie Cacti of Snug Harbor.