Clifford proves dangerous

Those who remember Clifford from my first post will be interested to know that I saw him again. I hailed him by name, which confused him a little because he didn’t remember me. But, as is his way, he opened up to me immediately and told me how upset he was that he was being sent to HR to see if there were any other positions available. Apparently he had started working as a selector (that night, or days before — I don’t know), but his supervisors decided he was too dangerous on a pallet jack. “It’s a bummer,” Clifford said. Another bummer was that nobody would give him a ride, so he was going to have to hitchhike in the cold night with his 40-pound pack. Poor Clifford.