The Quarter
    The man was bored. Oh you would be too if you worked for Hutchins 
and Hutchins. Don't get me wrong- they're great guys except for the 
fact that they have the annoying habit of talking and talking and 
talking and...well you get the idea. And that's what Mr. Hutchins 
was doing. The man didn't like it. Not one bit. "Well George I hear 
you had quite a day yesterday" " Yes I..." "I'm glad to see that 
you're ok. It just wouldn't do to have one of the best employees that 
this company has ever had just suddenly die or something. Now would it"
"Well..." "No of course it wouldn't blah blah blah..." 
  By now the man wasn't even paying attention to Mr. Hutchins at all. 
There was only one thing on his mind. The quarter. The quarter that 
he had not 24 hr's ago put into that blasted telephone outside and not 
only didn't the phone work, it kept his quarter!! 
  "Damn telephone" he muttered. "Did you say something George? " 
"Hmm. Oh no sir carry on." " Yes of course like I was saying..." 
The man tuned out again and began plotting. He was plotting of course 
how to get his quarter back.By now he had thought of and rejected 3 or 
4 plans. There was only on thing to do. 
The hammer. 
The sledge hammer to be exact. That's right he decided 
that he would get that quarter back no matter what means he had to use. 
  "Well I see that it's 5:00" "Hmm? Oh yes 5:00 well I uh better be 
going I uhh have an appointment bye." 
  With that the left the building and started his large red convertible 
with blue trim and white sidewalls. He drove home and parked in his 
garage. Then he found it. The hammer. This was no ordinary hammer but 
the man didn't know that.(Not yet but that's another story.) He 
carefully laid it in the trunk of his car and then drove to the nearest 
restaurant, a seedy dirty place that, oddly enough served the best 
lobster in town. 
  The man, however, didn't like lobster and instead ordered the shrimp,
 which is not the best in town but is still quite good. After paying, 
the man got into his car and drove. He of course drove straight to his 
office building and got out. He got out of his car and carefully 
removed it from the trunk. The hammer. He then immediately went over 
to the phone, swung the hammer and then with a loud crash the phone 
broke and a quarter came tumbling out. A quarter. His quarter was the 
only one in the entire phone. 
  The man picked up his quarter and quickly drove home at 5 m.p.h. over
the speed limit, which prompted a passing cop to give him a ticket. 
This made the man very nervous. 
"Goin' a little fast there eh? You didn't just commit a crime did you? "
   The man stared at the cop in disbelief. "How...how did you know it 
was me? The hammer isn't in sight and my pockets aren't jingling and... " 
"Whoa don't tell me you're the one that broke that 
pay phone downtown! Geez I was only joking! Well I guess I'll hafta 
run ya in... You have the right to remain silent..." 
  Well to make a long story short the man was taken to jail and 
sentenced to 1 month in jail by a nice, but firm judge that looked like
 a God from Norse mythology.

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