SAVE THIS TICKET
Thats what was blaring up at Tyler from the bright red ticket stub on his desk.
Tyler had just made it into work and, upon his arrival, he found a ticket stub sitting between two rows of keys in his keyboard at his desk. It was the kind youd see at a fair or some kind of seasonal festival that could be turned in for a ride on a ferris wheel or the like. But what business did this ticket stub have with him? This was a simple office and most certainly not a fair with a ferris wheel.
Hey, Jack? Do you know what the story is behind this ticket stub? Tyler asked, leaning over to his long time friend and coworker at the desk adjacent to his own.
Thats what was blaring up at Tyler from the bright red ticket stub on his desk.
Tyler had just made it into work and, upon his arrival, he found a ticket stub sitting between two rows of keys in his keyboard at his desk. It was the kind youd see at a fair or some kind of seasonal festival that could be turned in for a ride on a ferris wheel or the like. But what business did this ticket stub have with him? This was a simple office and most certainly not a fair with a ferris wheel.
Hey, Jack? Do you know what the story is behind this ticket stub? Tyler asked, leaning over to his long time friend and coworker at the desk adjacent to his own.