“It can’t be any worse than the Sunset.” “Oh yeah? It’s a lot worse.” “How so?” “Well, like tonight when I was closing, I witnessed a touching little scene between two of Jacaranda’s most upright citizens; although neither was upright at the time. I opened the door to Terry’s office just before closing and there was this big white moon ass staring at me from the desk.” I left out the bit about what I was doing in Terry’s office. “Honest to god, it was so big it should have been flying over a golf course taking pictures for TSN. I can’t figure out how in hell he was able to get his pants down with both of them in there and the door closed.” “Need finds a way,” Clay said. “Who was it?” “The man has to be a contortionist. Your condo has closets bigger than that office. The desk takes up most of the floor space and the only filing system is clipboards hanging from the walls.”
