Friday, January 28, 2005
MR. FRANK T.
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A cheerful, blustery fellow in his 60's. Retired from the Navy, retired from one career, hired at the bank as part of the unspoken Scottish connection.
Frank's frame of reference was neatly divided between his Navy experience and his heritage.
"When did that fellow come on board?" he would ask whenever someone did something particularly stupid, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Where's Jim? In the head again? Bah? Now when I was in the Navy, we moved our bowels first thing in the morning or we didn't move them at all. Jim was never in the service, was he? Bah"
Jim found an out of the way gourmet bakery that made scones. He brought them to Frank in an attempt to win favor, or at least to deflect Frank's wrath. Frank ate the scones, but he never let up on Jim.
And, being a Scot, he looked out for Archie.
"Archie, come into my office, take a break. Don't worry, I'll have Jim do your afternoon rounds. Scone?"
full story here
A cheerful, blustery fellow in his 60's. Retired from the Navy, retired from one career, hired at the bank as part of the unspoken Scottish connection.
Frank's frame of reference was neatly divided between his Navy experience and his heritage.
"When did that fellow come on board?" he would ask whenever someone did something particularly stupid, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Where's Jim? In the head again? Bah? Now when I was in the Navy, we moved our bowels first thing in the morning or we didn't move them at all. Jim was never in the service, was he? Bah"
Jim found an out of the way gourmet bakery that made scones. He brought them to Frank in an attempt to win favor, or at least to deflect Frank's wrath. Frank ate the scones, but he never let up on Jim.
And, being a Scot, he looked out for Archie.
"Archie, come into my office, take a break. Don't worry, I'll have Jim do your afternoon rounds. Scone?"
full story here
