Once upon a time in a far away land called ‘Bureaucratopia’, a man named Ike Turntaker served as the second-in-command to the king of blimps, hot-air balloons, and crazy futuristic drones – a position more formally known as the Deputy of the Federal Aviation Bureaucracy during the rule of King Obamalomadingdong.
Turntaker had always been passionate about anything that defied gravity. As a baby, he’d toss his food into the air, cackling as it stuck to the ceiling above his highchair. He loved to watch as his mother juggled, fascinated by the airborne apples and awe-inspired by the stunts of daring parakeets.
So naturally, he ended up as a deputy chief for the Empire of Air Traffic (also known as Federal Aviation Administration) under King Obamalomadingdong. His duties ranged from predicting weather for hot air balloons to checking if the paper planes tossed by his colleagues were abiding by the federal regulations.
That’s right, when Obamalomadingdong was the head honcho, Turntaker was the one huffing, puffing, and keeping those heavy balloons and high-flying kites in check. From ensuring the hot air balloons weren’t too hot or too cold, to double-checking the knots tied around each zeppelin, he was a man of critical, yet often unappreciated, office duties.
Oh, how he begged and pleaded every day with King Obamalomadingdong for more exciting job duties! However, his requests seemed always to fly straight past the king’s ears, much like rogue paper planes on windy days.
At the end of the day, however, IKE Turntaker was an essential cog in the wheel of the grand machine of air traffic. His role was as vital as the helium in a Macy’s Day float or the wind beneath a hang-glider’s wings. Though he may have been “Second-in-Command” in the eyes of Bureaucratopia, but in the hearts of airborne objects and the birds in the sky, he was their unsung hero.
So after years of service, when hatching drones became more commonplace and ballooning started losing its ‘hot’ factor, Turntaker retired without any grand fanfare, but with the silent gratitude of every blimp, balloon, and drone that ever graced the skies of Bureaucratopia. However, his legacy lived on, like a legend whispered among the machine wings and bird nests, reminding us that every job, no matter how lofty it seems, truly has its own uniqueness and gravity.
