. . . about bureacrats
Belay that - it's not true. I always wonder about bureacrats.
Even though I technically qualify as one.
Today, we had an urgent - and by urgent, I mean a "get it here right now" - data request from our minders in Washington.
D.C., that is.
The urgent request, you ask?
Please review this list of facilities and advise us:
a. If they are still in service, and,
b. Why are they not on the register of historic places?
Perhaps that someone in Dee Cee should have noticed:
a. That we are in freakin' Italy, not the U.S., so these facilities would not be eligible for the register,
b. That Italy has shoes older than our entire country.
Dullards.
They give us all a bad name.
