You wanted to see me, Mr Johnson?

Yes, Miss Mason. I need a letter dictated.

Yes, sir.

To Mr Fuentez at Amalagamated Software. Dear Mr Fuentez, I am in receipt of your letter dated June 19th concerning the delazy in delivering your new sotware. . . do you often do that, Miss Mason?

I'm sorry, Mr Johnson. It's a little habit that I have. I like to take my shoe off, whenever I cross my legs. I'll stop doing that.

No, no, Miss Mason, I don't mind at all! My regular secretary never did anything like that. Please Continue.

All right, sir.

Let's see, where were we?

"Dear Mr Fuentez, I am in receipt of your letter dated June 19th-"

-Oh, yes! I am in receipt, etc, etc. I understand that your legs software has several glitches in it-

-Excuse me, sir: Did you say, "legs software?"

Oh-ha, ha, ha! I don't know why I said that! Your LEGAL software, I meant to say! Anyway, I understand that your leg-er, LEGAL!-software has glitches in it, and you will need at least another month to repair them. I can understand. . . Miss Mason, would you mind doing that again?

Doing what, sir?

Wiggling your toes?

Like this?

Ah, yes! Thank you, miss Mason. Where am I?

"You will need at least another month to repair them."

Oh, yeah! However, I need this software ASAP. The software I am now using is over two years old, and you have lovely legs!


Oh, Miss Mason! Would you be my new secretary? I'll give you a nice salary, and you can walk around the office barefooted, if you desire!

Mr Johson! Get a hold of yourself! And get off the floor!

Yes, you're right! I behaved shamefully! I'm sorry! You can go home, Miss Mason; I'll give you a full day's pay.

What about the letter, Mr Johnson?

I'll finish it myself.

Well, all right. Goodbye, Mr Johnson.

Goodbye, Miss Mason.

Mrs Frank Johnson came into my office at 2:00PM, one day. I had been expecting her, and had a file ready for her.

"Hi, Mirs Johnson."

"Hi, Barefoot Jenny. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. I think it would be best if I give you this to read."

I gave her the file, and she studied it for a few minutes.

I never thought taking your shoe off would have such an effect on my husband!"

"Well, it did, honey!"

She continued reading and nodded.

"Thank you, Barefoot Jenny. How much do I owe you?"

"You gave me $100 down, so it's $250 extra."

She opened her purse and made out a check for me. We said goodbye, and she left.