The operator's day out #16

He stood there waiting for his acomplice to show up. Just in tmie. Black lacy stockings, hair all done up, and a brown khaki raincoat buttoned up and tied at the waist. She had on ornamental fire engine red shows, which happen fished to be stelleto heels. She was carrying her package just as they had agreed, a tuna fish wrapped up in news paper.

He stood there, answering the random phone calls he recieved, "The number you have dialed cannot be reached, please try again." The stick of dynamite under his sweatshirt was soaked in sweat. He couldn't control himself, after all, he was only a telephone operator, what did he know about smuggling dynamite into the country.

The pair had agreed to make the exchange just across the border, in a small mexican town, at the local bus depot. They figured it was public enough that it wouldn't draw attention, and since it was coastal fishing town, people were always carrying around dead fish.

Just as he was about to hand the dynamite to her to put in fish, US Border Patrol agents stormed in and arrested both of them.