Yipes! The MSC elves have been quivering in the cubbyholes and the root cellar. Queenie was up before the crack of dawn to attend the la-di-da arrival of the Emirates inaugural flight from Dubai
to DFW International. Due to a lack of caffeine and bulldozer media, she was in a very bad place of mind. Then it happened — the call that pushed our beloved Queenie into what we refer to as the “guillotine-state-of-mind.”
A pr person called. OK, so that didn’t push the old broad over the edge. It was the pr person’s question, “So I hear that you’re writing about one of my clients in the People Newspapers. What are you going to write?”
The elves who were with Q immediately swore they were victims of Taco Bell Salmonella and tried to make a quick “excuse me.” The vision of the hundreds wounded in the rail yard of “Gone With The Wind” suddenly seemed like Six Flags Over Texas. Elves scampered in all directions.
“You need to buy an issue of the paper when it comes out,” Q said trying to maintain some type of regal decorum.
(Elves’ note: Our beloved Queenie is a real journalistic groupie going to sleep at night with the AP Stylebook and Strunk and White’s “The Elements of Style” on her bed table.)
“So you’re not going to tell me what you’re going to be writing about my client?” the pr novice said with a nervous giggle in her voice realizing that all you-know-what was about to break loose.
In unison the shaking of elves’ heads looked like a wave at the Super Bowl.
“Excuse me, what did you say?” Queenie said as we all heard her teeth gnashing, saw her eyes bulging from their sockets and scrambled to find her a fresh cup of blood.
Luckily, the MSC headquarters has a bomb shelter and the elves have decided to hunker down there for the storm.