Author : Jeremy M. Hall
â€œWelcome to Chrono-Real Estate-Advertising. How may I help you?â€
â€œI’m here to buy from March 1, 1650 to March 30, 1650 for the entire city of Jamestown, Virgina.â€
â€œSir, we can’t do that.â€
â€œI have a suitcase with several million dollars that says you can.â€
â€œNo, sir. We cannot do that. We do have a nice spot in upstate New York on August 30, 1921 that we have on sale. Upstate New York is a hot commodity in the Pre-Branding market.â€
â€œNo, ma’am. I want that time period for Jamestown.â€
The gentleman opened the suitcase that he was carrying, showing off large stacks of hundred dollar bills.
â€œListen sir, I’m sure you’re big in the Pre-Branding business, especially to carry that much cash in a briefcase, but there is no way we are going to let you buy any time period before the Nineteenth century, especially in an area that big. The Historical Protection Commission would be down our throats before we could even place your advertising, and they would be yanking our Time Equipment through our tonsils. In fact, there isn’t a reputable Time and Space Advertiser that would take your offer.â€
â€œI can’t believe this crap. I have several million dollars cash, and you aren’t going to take it? And for what? Because of some government regulations. You people are-â€
The receptionist’s phone rang and she picked it up.
â€œYes, sir,â€ she said into the handset. â€œThis is a TC level three. You have a B three million ready? OK, the code is alpha gamma omega beta. Yes, sir. I’ll be sure to let him know.â€
â€œWhat’s this?â€ the customer asked. â€œI heard three million there. Are they considering it?â€
â€œSay hello to the dinosaurs,â€ the receptionist said, and then hit several keys on a small terminal. The customer had a shocked look on his face as a small pinhole appeared behind him, then sucked him in backwards. The last thing the receptionist saw of the man was his bulging eyes and the tips of his shoes. She looked at her watch, and then counted to five, at which point the customer returned the same way he’d left, except for the stain in the seat of his pants.
â€œI hope you enjoyed the T-rex greeting. If you continue to bother me, or any other employee of Chrono-Real Estate-Advertising, we will file for a Harassment Clause which would allow us to send you back to Mister T-Rex and let him finish the job. Do you understand?â€
The customer only nodded, his face still frozen in fear, and with his briefcase clutched, white knuckled in one hand, he slowly backed out through the door.