Alas, the rectangular light box shone the wrong pattern. Woe betide the unfortunate soul enslaved to a life of misery and torture to cajole the light box to shine such the ugly sisters spare the beatings.
I was with you almost to the end – who are the ugly sisters in this metaphor?
Systems or customers?
And Frenchy the Frenchman would arise everyday at morm and travel in his dusty horseless carriage to apply a viscous liquid to walls and ceilings to beautify others surroundings
Are you the Lumiere to the Beasts castle?
T’was every day I wouldst travel in mine carriage, wiping up the leavings of incontinent elders, and tending to those ill to death.
Alas, no prince charming could handle my giant shoes, so I languished in misery til my body could no more rise to the task
Truly a Snow White among us, cleaning up after her Seven Dwarves: Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Dopey, Forgetfully, and OccasionallyRacistey
