May I present to you the AMC Pacer. Yes. The American Motors Corporation car called the Pacer. It was produced for six years and over 250,000 were made.
The one advantage that this particular automobile offered that most do not is lots of glass. Interior space wasn’t bad either.
Some cars can do the quarter mile in under 10 seconds. The AMC Pacer could go for a quarter of a mile.
Although it wasn’t the world’s most favorite automobile it is nonetheless, my automobile.
It is the car that transported my neighbor and I to the Empire State Building on that fateful day when he fell from the top.
Ever since then he hasn’t really felt like talking to me. And who could blame him. I added him to the story only to further the plot line and not only did he not get much of a roll he thought it made him look like an idiot.
The only reasons he allowed me to use him in the story was because he wasn’t going to be named so no one would know who he really is and I offered him a cut of the profits after the movie rights were going to be sold. He said, I’m in.
And after this it is going to be even less of relationship then it already is.
Go see HR said the editor.
What for, I asked.
Don’t know, he replied.
Just go see HR.
So with an empty feeling in my gut I made the arduous trip to see Human Resources.
Oh, hello poster boy the HR attendant said cheerfully.
Ok, good. Then I’m probably not going to get canned.
‘Sup I ask.
Oh, not much. We just need to go over your employment contract one more time. You know. Just to make sure that you’re aware of what you signed when you came on board.
Ok I said and then slowly exhaled. So far, so good.
You do remember signing this sheet of paper here don’t you and he hands me a copy of something.
I read it over and let out a low whistle.
It’s a copy of the inventions clause.
A, any, and all inventions created on company property or created on company equipment belong to the company and the signee agrees to relinquish all rights to the same.
Do you know what that means he asks me.
If I were to guess it means that if the movie rights are sold then you get the profits and not me replies poster boy.
Bingo, says the HR attendant.
Do finish the story however you like and we do hope some big Movie Mogul does pick it up.
Thanks for stopping by poster boy.
I head out to my AMC Pacer, put on a song, and head home.