Thursday January 25, 2001
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Bureaucracy Bountiful


Ennesby:Okay, Thurl. My daughter, Lunesby, took care of our paycheck. Can you help me get her out of these goverment computers now?
Thurl:I'm not sure. What do you want to put her into?
Ennesby:Anything... Just so long as she doesn't have to live out her life hard-wired to a stale old bureaucracy.
Thurl:But she evolved there. I'm not sure she'd survive a transfer... At least not as herself.
Lunesby:It's okay, Ennesby. I don't mind staying here. I like my work, and i think I can truly help people this way. I think that's what I'm meant to do... It's my reason for living.
Ennesby:Oh no... My only child wants to be a... a...
Lunesby:Think of me as a cross between a social worker and a reform-agenda bureaucrat
Thurl:It's time to let go, man.
Narrator:*sniff* It's so touching when they finally leave the nest...