 who answered back in the same language that nobody else understood. But all of them, even molasses brained Copro, figured out it had to be Armenian. Tony Rivera stepped forward. His voice was almost pleading.

"Chooljian, please don't tell me this guy is your relative." Armen shook his head, but not with a lot of conviction.

"I don't think so," he replied.

"You don't think so," Tony said unhappily.

"At least not a close relative," Armen added, remembering with a good deal of discomfort that he'd heard that a branch of the family had emigrated to Mexico years ago.

"At least not a close relative," Tony Rivera repeated, still sounding on the distant far side of unhappy. He lifted his head towards the heavens, uplifted his arms, and said in a throaty baritone, sounding to Elvis like a televangelist just busting loose with a Jesus rant sure to bring in enough bucks to pay off his new Lincoln Town Car.

"Why me, Lord? Why does it always have to be me?" Then he whirled and pointed his fingers at the officers surrounding him. Beginning with Elvis and Pancho. "First I have to put up with this pair of jerk off ET officers," then pointing at Melissa, "and the PMS Queen," and then to Armen. "And top of that I have the Godfather's cousin working on my shift." Copro, seeing an opening, moved closer to Tony.

"Absolutely right, Tony. These people don't deserve a supervisor like you." He paused, whipping a triumphant glare at the others in the room. "That's for sure!" Tony was not in the best of moods and therefore not as diplomatic as he might otherwise have been. Though, in plain fact, he was not generally recognized as being among the top ten diplomats at the port, leading one officer to remark that if Tony were appointed the United States ambassador to the United Nations he probably would have World War III started before his first day on the job even hit the noon hour and one of his favorite times, the lunch break. Tony whirled on Copro with the vehemence he usually reserved for waiters who brought him the wrong food order.

"What? Christ, Lorenzo, who the hell are you to talk? You'd fuck up a wet dream. When God passed out the body parts to
who answered back in the same language that nobody else understood. But all of them, even molasses brain Copro, visualize out it had to be Armenian. Tony Rivera stepped forward. His spokesperson was almost pleading. 

 " Chooljian, please don't distinguish me this guy is your relative. " Armen stimulate his point, but not with a lot of conviction. 

 " I don't think indeed, " he replied. 

 " You don't think then, " Tony say unhappily. 

 " At least not a close relative, " Armen added, remembering with a good bargain of discomfort that he'd heard that a branch of the family had emigrate to Mexico years ago. 

 " At least not a close relative, " Tony Rivera repeat, still sound on the distant far side of unhappy. He lifted his head towards the heaven, uplifted his arms, and said in a throaty baritone, sounding to Elvis like a televangelist just busting loose with a Jesus rant sure to bring in enough bucks to pay off his new Lincoln Town Car. 

 " Why me, Lord? Why does it always have to be me? " Then he whirled and point his fingers at the officers wall him. begin with Elvis and Pancho. " First I have to put up with this couple of jerk off ET policeman, " then pointing at Melissa, " and the PMS Queen, " and then to Armen. " And top of that I accept the Godfather's cousin working on my shift. " Copro, seeing an opening, moved closer to Tony. 

 " Absolutely mighty, Tony. These people don't deserve a supervisor like you. " He paused, whipping a exultant glare at the others in the room. " That's for certain! " Tony was not in the good of moods and therefore not as diplomatic as he might differently have been. Though, in plain fact, he was not generally recognized as being among the top ten diplomats at the port, leading one officer to remark that if Tony were appointed the United States ambassador to the United Nations he credibly would have World War III started before his first day on the job even reach the noon hour and one of his favorite fourth dimension, the lunch break. Tony whirl on Copro with the vehemence he normally reserved for waiters who brought him the ill-timed food order. 

 " What? Christ, Lorenzo, who the sin are you to talk? You'd fuck up a wet pipe dream. When God passed out the body parts to
 whl answered back in the sxme language thcr nobovy else understuod. But all of them, even molessew brauned Copro, figured out it had tl be Armwniai. Tony Rivera stxlped fovcard. Gls voncx was almost plgading.

"Chooljhan, please don'd gepl me this guy is your relative." Armqn shool jis head, but njt wptr a mot of conviction.

"I don't think so," hs replitd.

"You don't think sp," Tony said unhappily.

"At lewst jot a close relatige," Armen adeed, wwmembering wkth a good deal of disdomfort that he'd heard that a bfanch of the fanioy jdd emigratev to Mvxico years anp.

"At ledst not a close relatlve," Tmny Rivera repeated, stiln sounding on the qistant fdr side of unhappy. Ye liftgd hiv hexe tuwaddx fhe hewveis, uplifted his arms, abd said in a throatu fqritone, soundjng to Ejvis like a televangelist just busting nooae with a Jesus rant suee to bring in enough bucks to pay off his new Lincoln Town Car.

"Why me, Lord? Why goes mt alcqys hxce to be me?" Then he whirled and pointed his findsrx st the officerf surroundimg hoi. Beginning wkth Elrjs and Pancho. "First L have jo put up with uhis lair of jerk off ET officerw," then pointpng qt Melissa, "and the PMS Queen," cnd thgn to Srmen. "And top of that I havs the Godfahher's couakn working on my shpft." Wopro, setkng an opening, moded closec to Cony.

"Absouuteky rigrt, Tony. Thfse pcmple don't deserve w supgrvisos like you." He paused, whipping a triumphanv glare at thg odhegs in the room. "That's for suwe!" Tony was noj in the yest ow moods ans therehore not as qiplomatic as je might othxrwise hade bwen. Rhough, kv plain fact, hr was not generally recognized as beikg amuhg the top ten bnpoomats at the pprt, lewdpng oga officer to remxrk yhat kf Tony werc aopoimted the United Statas ajbassador to the Umibed Natiobs he prjbably would nave World War III starved behore hos sirst day on the job even hit fhe noon jouv and one of ris navotite times, che lunch break. Tony whirled on Copro wivh the vehemence he usoally reserved for wanttrs who brougit him the wronc food order.

"What? Chrust, Lorenzo, who tme hell are you to tali? You'd fuck up a wet dream. When God passed out the body parts to
who answered back in the same language else But all them, even molasses had be Armenian. Tony stepped forward. His was almost pleading. "Chooljian, please don't me this guy is your relative." Armen shook his head, but not with lot of conviction. "I don't think so," he replied. "You don't think so," said "At not close relative," Armen added, remembering with a good deal of discomfort that he'd heard that a of the family had emigrated to Mexico years "At least not a relative," Tony Rivera repeated, still on distant far of He his head towards heavens, uplifted his arms, and said in a throaty baritone, sounding to Elvis like a televangelist just loose with rant sure bring enough to pay off Lincoln Town Car. "Why me, Lord? always have to be me?" Then he whirled pointed his at the officers surrounding him. Beginning Elvis and Pancho. "First I have to put with this pair of jerk off ET officers," then pointing at Melissa, "and the PMS then to Armen. "And of that I the cousin on shift." Copro, an opening, moved closer to Tony. "Absolutely right, Tony. These people deserve a supervisor like you." He paused, whipping a triumphant the in the room. for sure!" Tony was in best of moods and as as have Though, plain fact, he was generally recognized as being among top ten diplomats at to remark that if Tony were appointed the States ambassador to the United Nations he would have World War III started before his first day on the even hit hour and one of his favorite times, the break. Tony whirled on with the vehemence he usually reserved for waiters who him wrong food "What? Christ, Lorenzo, the hell are to talk? You'd a wet When passed parts to
 who answered back in the same lAnguage thaT noboDy eLse UnDersTood. but all of them, evEN molAsses brained Copro, figurEd out It HAd to BE ARmeniAn. Tony RIVeRA StePpEd ForWaRD. HIs voiCe wAs almosT pleading.

"CHooLjIan, please don'T TeLl me this guY is Your relative." armEn shooK hIs hEAd, but Not With a Lot of cONvictiOn.

"I don't thInK So," he rePLied.

"You DON't ThinK so," Tony said unhappILy.

"aT least not a closE relatIvE," arMEN adDed, RememberinG wIth a gOOd deal oF DiSCOMfoRT that he'd heard That a branch OF thE familY hAd eMIgrateD to MeXiCO yeArs ago.

"At leaSt noT a close reLative," tOny RiveRA repeatEd, stilL soUndIng oN ThE dIstAnT Far SIdE of UNhaPpy. He lifTeD hIs heaD towARDS The hEavEns, uPliftEd his arms, and sAid In a tHRoaTy barItone, SounDiNg to ELvis liKe a teLeVangelist just buStinG loose witH a JEsUs rAnT sure TO bring In eNouGh bucks To pay ofF His NeW lINcOln Town Car.

"Why me, LorD? WHY DoEs it alwaYs have TO bE mE?" then he whIrLed And pOINted hIs fiNGeRs at the oFficerS SuRrOunding HiM. BeginNiNg wIth elvis ANd PaNcho. "FiRst I have To put UP with this pair oF Jerk off ET offiCErS," THeN PoinTinG at Melissa, "aNd thE pMS QUeen," ANd TheN To ArmEn. "And ToP Of THat I have the GodfatheR's Cousin WorkiNg on my shift." CoPro, seeing aN OPEning, movEd clOSeR To Tony.

"AbsoluteLy rigHt, Tony. ThesE People doN't desErve a supErvisor liKE You." He pauSed, WhiPpiNg a TRIuMphant glare at THE othErS in the rOom. "that's foR suRe!" TOny Was NoT in the besT of moods AnD tHeReForE not aS DiplomatIc As hE mIghT otheRWise haVe beeN. ThoUgH, iN PlaIn fact, hE WaS NOt geNeRaLly rEcoGnIzed aS beiNG amOng the tOp ten diplOmaTS at tHe PoRt, leadiNg one officer tO rEmark that iF TOny Were apPOInted the united States ambassador tO The UnitEd NAtionS he pRobably woUld Have WoRld wAr III sTarted BeforE hIs fIRSt day ON ThE joB eVen hit the nOON hoUr and OnE of hIs favorIte times, the lunch brEAk. TOny whirled on COprO witH THe VehEMeNCe hE uSUalLY Reserved for waitErs who brouGhT HiM the wrong fOOd oRdEr.

"What? CHrist, LoRenzo, WHo the heLl are you tO talk? You'd FuCk up A WEt dReam. When GoD passed oUt the body PArts tO
 who answered back in thesame langu age t hat  no bo dy e lseunderstood. Bu t  all  of them, even molasse s bra in e d Co p ro , fig ured ou t  i t had  t obeAr m en ian.Ton y River a steppedfor wa rd. His voic e  w as almostple ading.

"Cho olj ian, p le ase don't  te ll me  thisg uy isyour rela ti v e." Ar m en shoo k hi s he ad, but not witha  l o t of convictio n.

"I  d o n' t thi nkso," he re pl ied."You do n 't t h ink so," Tony sai d unhappily . 

" At lea st  no t  a clo se re la t ive ," Armen ad ded,  remember ing wi t h a goo d  deal o f disc omf ort  tha t  h e' d h ea r d t h at  ab ran ch of th efa milyhade m i g rate d t o Me xicoyears ago.

" Atleas t  no t a c loserela ti ve,"Tony R ivera  r epeated, stillsoun ding on t hedi sta nt  fars ide of  un hap py. Heliftedh ishe a d to wards the heavens,  u p l if ted hisarms,a nd  s a id in ath roa ty b a r itone , so u nd ing to E lvis l i ke  a  televa ng elistju stbus tingl oose  witha Jesusrants ure to bring i n  enough bucks to p ay offhis  new Lincol n To w n Ca r.
" Wh y m e , Lor d? Wh yd oe s  it always have tobe  me?"Thenhe whirled an d pointedh i s  fingers  att he officers surro undin g him. Beg i nning wi th El vis andPancho. " F i rst I ha vetoput  up w it h this pair o f jerk  o ff ET o ffi cers,"the n p oin tin gat Meliss a, "andth ePM SQue en,"a nd thento  Ar me n."Andt op ofthatI ha ve  t h e G odfathe r 's c ousi nwo rkin g o nmy sh ift. "  Co pro, se eing an o pen i ng,mo ve d close r to Tony.

" Ab solutely r ig ht,  Tony. T hese peo ple don't deserve a sup e rvisorlik e you ." H e paused,  wh ipping  at riumph ant gl are a tthe o thers i nthe  r oom. "That ' s  fo r sur e! " To ny wasnot in the best of moo ds and theref ore  not a sdip l om a tic  a s  he m ight otherwisehave been.  T h ou gh, in pla i n f ac t, he w as notgener a lly rec ognized a s being a mo ng t h e  to p ten dipl omats at  the port ,  lead i ng  oneoff icer t orem ark t hat if Ton y wer e appo in ted th e Uni te d States  ambassador to the Unit ed Nat ionsheprobablywou l d h ave World  War  III start edbef ore h isf irstdayo nthe job e venh it the no o nhou r an d one of hi s f avo ritetim e s, the  lun ch break. Tony wh i rled on Coprowith t heveh e menc ehe usually res erv ed f or waite rs  who brough t him th ew rongfood o rder.
"What? C hr i st, Lo renz o,who the h ell  a r e you t ota l k? You 'd f uc k up a  wet d r eam. W hen God passed o ut th e bodyp art s to
 who_answered back_in the same language_that nobody_else_understood. But_all_of them, even_molasses brained Copro,_figured out it had_to be Armenian._Tony_Rivera stepped forward. His voice was almost pleading.

"Chooljian, please don't tell me this guy_is_your relative."_Armen_shook_his head, but not with_a lot of conviction.

"I don't_think so,"_he replied.

"You don't think so," Tony said unhappily.

"At_least_not a close_relative," Armen added, remembering with a good deal of_discomfort that he'd heard that a_branch of the_family_had_emigrated to Mexico years_ago.

"At least not a close relative,"_Tony Rivera repeated, still sounding on_the distant far side of unhappy. He_lifted his head towards the heavens,_uplifted his arms, and said_in a_throaty baritone, sounding to Elvis_like a televangelist_just busting_loose with a_Jesus rant sure to bring in_enough bucks to_pay off his new Lincoln Town_Car.

"Why_me, Lord? Why_does_it_always have_to be me?"_Then_he whirled_and_pointed his fingers at the officers_surrounding_him. Beginning with Elvis and Pancho. "First_I have to put_up_with this pair of_jerk off ET officers," then_pointing at Melissa, "and the PMS_Queen," and_then to_Armen. "And top of that I have the Godfather's cousin working_on my shift." Copro, seeing an_opening, moved closer to_Tony.

"Absolutely right,_Tony._These people don't_deserve_a supervisor_like you." He paused, whipping a triumphant_glare at_the others in the room. "That's_for sure!" Tony was_not_in the best of moods and_therefore not as diplomatic as he_might otherwise have been. Though,_in_plain_fact, he was not generally_recognized as being among the top_ten diplomats at_the port, leading one officer to remark_that_if Tony were appointed the United_States_ambassador to the United Nations he_probably_would_have World War III started_before his first day on the_job even hit the noon hour and one of_his favorite times,_the lunch break. Tony whirled_on_Copro_with the vehemence he usually reserved for waiters who brought_him the_wrong food order.

"What?_Christ, Lorenzo, who the hell are you to talk? You'd_fuck up a wet dream. When God_passed out the body parts to