29 March 2013
Cory Egan
The office is only open Fridays, and yet the website claims the office operates Monday through Friday. We only learned later to our horror that the site was a lure for young men and women.
The phone line is completely automated with no telephone line access to an operator, but while on hold I swore that a gruff voice was on the other end of the line trying to clear some evil from his throat. Never mind that, as I thought it to be a static crack and soon hung up, angry but unawares of the danger.
No update on website to inform public office is closed on Good Friday, 29 March 2013. And so we came to Westerly, minds at ease and eager to leave as fast as we arrived.
Both myself and a woman with two young daughters were inconvenienced, and as Steve and I turned the corner of the building's northerly wall we heard the mother shriek. We ran back in haste but found no one; neither the mother nor her two daughters, Jualita and Margarit, could be found. All that remained was a small pink bonnet fluttering down the sidewalk in the cool spring breeze. As it passed by our feet we heard an eerie whimper that seemed to fill the air so soft as the bonnet's cushion. And before we could speak a word a sharp cackle pierced through the wind, and a sickly yet proud voice of a man whispered into our ears, "So long, boys, and I hope you have a Good Friday!"
And this is the end result: Frustration; Anger; Disappointment; and a Complete Lack of Faith
Get your fucking shit together, Rhode Island!
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