3488. Bluto told me to drive the truck up onto the cement
slab, and shut off the engine. After that we went into a huge barn like
building with hardly any lights or windows. Off to one side of the entrance was
a makeshift office consisting of two walls, a door and a window looking into
the interior.
3489. The office had a particular look about it, it had been
in use for many years but at no time had anyone ever cleaned it up or organized
its contents. There was a huge pile of magazines and papers, cups and saucers,
silverware and car parts in a heap and it was possible to see that it was
covering some sort of desk, but none of the desk was visible.
3490. The floor also, which was probably made of cement, was
entirely covered with dirt, and the only place it was almost clean was the path
between the desk, the door, and the cash register, swept clean by the foot
traffic of the proprietor and his customers.
3491. The owner of this establishment had a vast collection
of broken and twisted metal items culled from his years of processing junk, and
if you asked him the price of any one of his special broken objects he would
have said it was not for sale. This collection of his was taking up most of the
space in his small office.
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