"Please, may I look through your files?" asked DAGMAR KELLER of the basement library clerk.
"How can I say no?" replied the clerk faintly. "The only thing is I'm dead mortified I can't stay and help, only it's me lunch break and I've got a chick to share me hardboiled eggs with."
Off he went. It was hot and stuffy, so Dagmar shed a few things and with a fascinating searching look went in discovery of something we're a bit vague about ourselves.
It was all part of her secretarial duties.
The boss rang down from the sixth floor and said don't take all day. Miss Dagmar. He asked her if she wanted any assistance.
"No thanks, I'm not dressed for it” said Dagmar blushingly.
"What's she talking about?" muttered the boss as he hung up.
This file was interesting. It was all about a consignment of desert island concubines who got seasick on the way back to Palmtree Paradise.
Search over. Dagmar cooling off.
In came the library clerk full of hardboiled eggs to fall flat on his face.
So, would anyone.