The Workers Expo

It’s already half way through the week, and with Friday’s deadline this city will not have the slightest idea of what the other professionals have completed. The Expo will be amidst the streets no later than the Saturday morning dead line with no ifs, ands, or buts, about it. This event is meant to be relaxing and invocative for all of the citizen of London to gain information from their neighbors about the tasks they each perform on everyday life.  The main problem has been identified yet not addresses and all of the planning was done regretfully by none other than Mr. Carefree himself. He has allowed for each entry to be done by writers who have not the slightest inclination as to what they are to write about and the entire city is in a scrambled omelet pot ready to scold if someone doesn’t step up and save the day.

Finally the meeting is initiated and Mrs. Coordinator has shown up to solve the utter chaos that has slowed production up in London by eighty five percent. She opens with an elaborate statement addressing all of the chaos that hath plagued the streets of London for two whole weeks. ”After the city came together and signed up for the expo roles everyone left and there was no cohesiveness in the plan invoked for putting this whole project together. We have the baker writing about the barber, the chemist writing about journalism, the curiosity shop owner writing about buggy repairs, the lawyer writing about the roles of the doctor, and the housekeeper writing about the duties of the judge!” Now does anyone have any ideas to fix this complete and total disaster from happening and the entire city failing miserably upon completion of this Expo? (all of the townsmen and women badger on and on about their different ideas. Nothing ever gets solidified as they all have so much work to do in their own field due to them neglecting the duties they are obligated to because of having to prepare for this expo). Mrs. Coordinator is terribly worried about the deadline for Saturday morning and hopes for the best as she is forced to conclude the meeting as it ends in a dispute about someone stealing another man’s brand new, name embroidered raincoat from Slippys so the men decide to head to the pub for a few too many alcoholic beverages while the women find a way to the home to feed the starving kids with scurvy…

Ideas from: All the Year Round Vol. 7 “Industrial Expositions” January 14, 1865

Josh Porter