My Job as a Super Snooper

   Well, I did it.  I got a gig as a Listener-Reader for the Nominal Secrets Apparatus (NSA) which is under the Department of Redundancy Department (DORD).

 I went through the Union to get my job.  It’s the Brotherhood of Secret Electronically Recorded Surveillances (BSers).


That’s right, I get paid to listen to your 
conversations on the phone or recorded by electronic bugs or picked up by satellite and I read your e-mail, snail mail and sometimes your junk mail.  I’m supposed to identify callers and pass up to my boss, Hamilton Cuffs, a former big city detective, anything that might be a threat to National Security.  My boss is a good guy and around the NSA we call him H. Cuffs.  I'm curious though, because he never really said what big city he's from. 

  The very first phone call I got was interesting.  It went like this:

Sergi:  Hey Boris, why did chicken cross road?

Boris:  Cuz was stupid chicken, ha ha ha

Sergi: ha ha, Da Da, ha ha ha

Yeah, Uh, I’m not going to bother H. Cuffs with this call.  I don’t think there’s much of a national security threat from these two.

Until next time this is Agent 54 saying “God Bless America!”

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