So, the professor soon made his way to my business: PT News.
Surrounded and looked down upon by lots of other stinky mean buildings, PT News could easily be missed…if you’re a cricket or something.
Now, here’s the thing: When the professor approached the building, and ascended the stairs to the door, I saw a disturbing thingy, really.
Now, you must understand, PT News is rarely closed, and especially not at this time of day.
Then I saw this sign:
The professor was gardoobled, you must understand. Maybe a bit irate. And definitely in the need to be violent.
I looked about and that’s when I saw two chaps in black suits coming up the stairs.
“Sir,” one said, “you need to move.”
“Yes,” the other said, “there’s going to be a rally in front of this building.”
“And,” the other continued, “the speaker will be speaking from where you’re standing.”
Almost immediately Bernie Sanders appeared, followed by a large crowd, I fear.
Bernie started speaking immediately, once I was shoved to the side. In fact, he opened up with this line:
“It is time for us to make America great again!”
Now, I’m sure that’s all good, proper, and sweet, but the fact is, this professor didn’t care five winks about that, at the minute. You see, my business had been stolen and sold under my very watchful ears, and I needed to do something about it.
I was in luck too, as it turns out.
Here’s a fact: at a Bernie rally, the mic is open. That means, you can just go and grab it, if you want.
So I did.
After all, one of persons in the audience could possibly know a thing or two about PT News and its selling.
This professor walked up.
“Excuse me, Bernie,” I said.
The security didn’t mind, it’s normal, after all.
I stepped up to the mic.
“Big applause for this man here,” I said, pointing to Bernie. “Now, while he worries about making America great, we must needs do something. Does any of you know what happened to PT News? Who sold it? Who bought it?”
There were some mutterings.
Then as one, they turned and pointed to Archiving News. Mr. Manahanny’s building.
“He’d know,” they suggested.
“Thanks bunches and then some,” I said. “This rally is now over.”
And it was.