There has been a coup in a small nation. The very lowest level of bureaucrats overthrew the totalitarian regime and hope to start a democracy. They named the new nation after themselves: The Notary Republic.
The US finally recognized the new government. Would have happened sooner, but the only ones qualified to witness the signatures had all been promoted.
Here in Upstate NY, you never know who the real boss might be. A mechanic had a fleet contract for the garbage trucks in a small town, and thought he could pass off some defective tires. He signed off on the work, but the garbage company found out, and they have a long reach. The mechanic might have found himself at the bottem of the Susquehanna wearing cement goloshes, but they let him off easy.
He had to retire and resign, and then resign and retire.
It was a royal screw up, but in a nearby country the new king's coronation was scheduled for the same day as the celebration for the soldiers back from the war. He reigned on their parade!
A friend of mine worked at an Indian restaurant while he was in college. He said they were so protective of their flatbread recipe that he had to sign a naan-disclosure agreement.
Shelly and I are currently living in a very old house and so plumbing issues are to be expected. In this case it's a running toilet. Fortunately, the toilet is 63 years old, so it doesn't run so fast we can't catch it.
Maintaining old houses is expensive. Not only is there the electric and fuel oil bill, property and school taxes and insurance, but the cost of pressure washing the vinyl siding is high, repainting the trim is outrageous, and the chimney is through the roof!
Spent the morning dragging an old extension ladder around cleaning the 2nd floor windows on my folk's house. Same job I had when I was 15, but I'm much more careful now. I better appreciate the gravity of the situation!