grandfather clock suddenly stopped working. So we looked up the =
only clock repair office in the state, loaded it in the van and headed =
to the shop.
In the shop =
was a little old man who insisted he was Swiss but had a heavy German =
accent asking, "Vat sims to be ze problem?"
I said, =
"I’m not sure, but it doesn’t go ‘tick-tock, tick-tock’ anymore. =
Now it just goes ‘tick…tick…tick."
The old man said =
“Leaf it to me” and stepped behind the counter, rummaged =
around a bit, and emerged with a huge flashlight. He walked over =
to the grandfather clock, turned the flashlight on, and shined it =
directly into the clock’s face.
Then he said =
in a menacing voice, "Ve haf vays of making you =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"