Bread and Alzheimer's As happens nearly every day, I determined it was time to break away from cubeville and relegate myself to the foul stench of corporate garbage in the morning. That's right, it was time for a smoke break. And one of the few places that this can be done in the land of suits and ties, is at the loading dock of the office building I currently report to every day to "work".

As I was puffing happily away on my lung rocket, I watched the delivery man for the Sunbeam Bakery returning from inside the building, having dropped off the daily supply of white fluffy loaves of goodness. He had his dolly, loaded down with the empty crates most commonly used to deliver bread. He rolled it down the ramp and to the back of the truck, supposedly to load back into the truck so that he might be on his merry way, on to the next stop.

However, he did not unload and pack the dolly back into the truck. Instead, he got out his keys, got into the driver's seat, started the truck, put the gear in reverse, and started to back the truck up, presumably to finish up his morning deliveries. It was somewhat amusing to witness a big delivery truck, moving backwards, and pushing a dolly full of empty crates.

Luckily, prior to destruction of property, one of my fellow employees yelled out to the driver. Not once, not twice, but three times did my fellow corporate robot yell his objection to the driver trying to flatten his handheld means of delivery.

The driver got out of the truck and realizing his faux paus, thanked the guy for garnering his attention and keeping him form what could have potentially been a very bad situation.

This delivery man for the Sunbeam Bakery was an older gentleman, complete with white hair, and an obvious hearing impairment. He had to be in his mid - to - late 60's.

Which only proves one thing......there comes a time when retirement should become mandatory.  ¶ 8:31 AM