e thing to do is to return the consignment here," said the clerk. He telegraphed Flannery to send the pigs to the main office of the company at Franklin.
When Flannery received the telegram he set to work. The six boys be had engaged to help him also set to work. They worked with the haste of desperate men, making cages out of soap boxes, cracker boxes, and all kinds of boxes, and as fast as the cages were completed they filled them with guinea-pigs and expressed them to Franklin. Day after day the cages of guineapigs flowed in a steady stream from Westcote to Franklin, and still Flannery and his six helpers ripped and nailed and packed--relentlessly and feverishly. At the end of the week they had shipped two hundred and eighty cases of guinea-pigs, and there were in the express office seven hundred and four more pigs than when they began packing them.
"Stop sending pigs. Warehouse full," came a telegram to Flannery. He stopped packing only long enough to wire back, "Can't stop," and kept on sen
A mildly funny story of a man who sends off for some guinea pigs for his son, but refuses to accept them because the freight company classifies them as livestock instead of pets. That's not a spoiler, that's the opening of the story.
I suppose if the same story was written today, it would be about trying to disconnect cable service. Except that in this story, the freight company is the one frustrated, not the customer.
It's entertaining, and the Irish accent doesn't intrude too much.
Amusing short story which passes 10 minutes. Not a favorite by any strech
Anyone that has ever despaired when confronted by the red tape and bureaucracy in a large corporation will find this enjoyable and amusing.
Butler takes on corporate bureaucracy in this funny short.