Thrown out with the bathwater, the baby dusted himself off, after quite a hard landing, thumbed his nose towards the dastardly culprit who did the tossing, and went on his way towards a new place where he wouldn't be subject to someone else taking it entirely too far.
Anyone seen our distinguished colleague from the honorable State of Vermont? Stopped by the Office of Linguistics last evening, and the shades are pulled to the floor, lights out, with a 3x5 note card hastily taped to the door bearing the simple message "Back in 15" scribbled across it. Really? I sat on the bench for nearly 3 hours waiting! I wanted to continue getting to know Lord Tennyson, but what could I do? I hopped on back up in the pickup truck and headed on back to the Motel 6. Thank you, Tom Bodett. The light was indeed on, but y'all may want to consider a larger wattage. Mighty dim "business-class suite", I'll tell you what.