A Bizarre Day in the Life of a Weekly Wire Employee:

Cheryl, our Marketing Director, returned home from running some errands to find her German Shepherd choking and unable to breathe. She rushed the dog to the vet's office but he was so busy he told her to leave the dog for observation. When she returned home, her telephone was ringing; the vet was on the other end and spoke in a calm but firm tone: "Set down the receiver and run out of your house immediately. Go to a neighbor's house. I'll be right there." Puzzled, and a bit frightened, she followed his instructions.

Minutes later, four police cars arrived, and hiding in the bedroom closet of her house the officers found a large, menacing burglar who was bleeding to death and terrified. The veterinarian arrived on the scene and explained to the homeowner that when he examined her dog to determine the cause of the choking, he had found three human fingers lodged in the dog's throat. He called the police and then called her.

Cheryl's doing fine now but is still pretty shaken up by the whole thing. (This story actually happened last week to one of our employees and is just too embarassing not to pass it on.)

One of our programmers bought a cup of coffee and a pack of cookies at a crowded coffee house. He sat down at the same table as a teenage boy, drank his coffee and started eating the cookies. The teenager helped himself to one. Somewhat taken aback, our programmer took another. The uninvited companion did the same and these actions continued until only the last biscuit was left which the teenager broke in two so it could be shared. At this point, our programmer let loose a string of obscenities and left the coffee house in a huff. Out in the parking lot, he found his pack of cookies, still unopened in this pocket.