Egghead blots his copybook and R2D2 slips into his white glovesOK, here is how it's done in Hatyai. The GM doesn't have to hold his own clipboard. He doesn't even hold his own pen. And you think he has to go get his own beers like the common rabble? In Hatyai the GM is the object of deference and veneration. The Thais understand these things.
Noticing this discrepancy, the SH3 Religious Advis0r last week suggested a remedy: the appointment of a Hash Butler as a kind of living symbol of the respect due to our GM. And so the matter was put to a vote yesterday. The contest was naturally limited to Egghead and Gan Yao, the only two Englishmen present.
Perhaps because of the difficulty of picturing Gan Yao dressed in a striped waistcoat, Egghead was erected in a landslide. That's when things went wrong. He couldn't do it, he said, he was "too busy". Imagine Jeeves telling Bertie Wooster, "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm simply too busy to draw your bath." When he was finally persuaded to fetch the GM a refreshing beverage, he slunk off and returned with a can of Chang, saying, "Here's yer fookin' beer." Now while I am that rare underprivileged American who grew up without an English manservant, even I know that's no way for one to speak.
Fortunately the story has a happy ending. By day's end Egghead had been fired, replaced by R2D2, the popular absentee choice for the position. He brings to this post his customary grace, charm, and good grooming. And while not English, he is from Canada, which, as Egghead tactlessly pointed out in front of one of the Canadians present yesterday, "is still practically one of our fookin' colonies."
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