Here’s your latest installment of Friday Fictioneers. I will have other stories coming up soon, since it is Lunar New Year and I’m not being swamped with utter and complete stupidity.
copyright Claire Fuller
I Hate This Job
“What the heck is going on out there?” Mr. Dworkin called out from his office.
The shop was all quiet except for a solitary robot, working at a CNC lathe.
“Hey! You! Lathe-boy! Where did everyone go?”
The robot kept working on the lathe, paying the old man no mind.
“Well, whatever you do, don’t be smoking on the job. We have wood in this place.”
Just as Mr. Dworkin sat down again, the head of the robot popped off and smoke started to fill the workshop. He looked up, and growled.
“Lathe-Boy, you’re smoking again, aren’t you?!?!?!”
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Dang lazy robots, always smoking on the job. Where’s there’s smoke, he’s fired, right? 🙂
JetSOOOOOOON, you’re fired!
🙂 Nice one!
hah! I bet everyone except you took that sign literally.
Ha.. Never trust an unsupervised robot.
Ha! Nicely unique or was that uniquely nice? I think my head’s on fire.
janet
Very funny. I think the owner should invest in a better quality of robot. That’s no place to cut corners in that shop.
Dear Miles,
Wow, that puts a new spin on smoking. Imaginative and fun.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Nice one. Poor Mr Dworkin (great name) having to supervise a robot.
Ha!ha!So funny:-)
Poor Lathe-Boy! I’m sure he didn’t intend to start smoking again…well he’s lost his job, anyway 😀
And his head, too.
Lathe boy, oh my, lol.
My husband built a 6 ft. by 10 ft. CNC table and is working with wood on it. Lathe boy’s head fell off and that’s where the smoke came from. – FUNNY