3496. I followed Bluto into the office where we found a
small prune-faced old man who knew Bluto by name. The little prune-faced man
could have been Mexican, or he could have been Chinese, it was impossible to tell.
He spoke with an accent, but it could have been a speech impediment.
3497. The slab of concrete the truck was parked on turned
out to be a gigantic scale, that told the weight of Bluto’s truck. The idea of
the scale was to weigh the truck before and after the copper pipe was unloaded,
in order to establish the weight of the copper.
3498. After the truck was unloaded and weighed Mr. Prune
gave Bluto a sum of money in cash, so much per pound for the copper at such and
such a rate. Bluto never knew how much he would get for the copper as the rate
changed every day. When the rate was going up it made Bluto very happy, but
when it was going down it was like the end of the world was coming, and was not
to be avoided.
3499. After the transaction of the business, Bluto and Mr.
Prune got into a long discussion that, as far as I could ascertain, was about
aspects of business from the point of view of the price of things like gold,
silver, paper scrap, and copper.
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