Trotsky

Memorandum

To: File

From: Frank Flounder

Date: 12/12/10

Subject: Trotsky

I am sitting in my office, counting. I do this to help build my concentration. I am up over 4,000 when Harvey comes in. Harvey has been my interoffice mailman for the last three years. We have never spoken. 

Harvey has a wide face and coke-bottle glasses that make his eyes look very, very small. I suspect that if I ever saw him without his glasses, he would look quite different, but I have never seen him this way. 

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I note that Harvey is called a "mailman" and not a "mailperson," even though many mailmen are women. I debate asking Harvey about this, but do not want to break my concentration. 

Harvey picks up an envelope from my outbox and leaves. The envelope contains a small voodoo doll that vaguely resembles Leon Trotsky. It will anonymously land in the inbox our billing coordinator by noon today. I do not know the billing coordinator, nor do I know anything about Leon Trotsky. This will be the fourth random object that I have sent to a random person in as many weeks. 

I have also enclosed a separate set of pins, individually gift-wrapped, should the billing coordinator wish to use them. 


F.F.