Regarding the soldier being sent to clean up the 913 dead bodies at Jonestown, Jilly wrote:
“Gawd, what a job.”
“I mean really”
We were eating lunch on a bike ride yesterday, I was quizzing the soldier about his experience at Jonestown.
“Don’t put that on your blog,” he said.
I stared because it was already too late and he picked up on it.
“What did you say? I didn’t do anything there, it was just a dirty nasty job. It was a hey you, job. I did that before I had my assignment, I was just out of boot camp. Hey you! Got a dirty nasty job here so who are you going to call?”
“Yeah, me. Call me when you have a dirty nasty job. Send him to do it. But I don’t have an image like Mr. Clean,” he said.
“No, I have an image like Eeyore,” he said with a snort. “Got a dirty nasty job, better go get Eeyore to do it.”
“Is that your image?”
Eeeyore, like “Charlie the Unicorn, “This better be pretty frickin’ important…”