Two Weeks in August
By FRANK M. ROBINSON
Illustrated by ELIZABETH MacINTYRE
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Science Fiction February 1951.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The humblest events sometimes result from the
most grandiose beginnings. You'd never imagine
space travel starting this way, for instance!
I suppose there's a guy like McCleary in every office.
Now I'm not a hard man to get along with and it usually takes quite a bit more than overly bright remarks from the office boy to bother me. But try as I might, I could never get along with McCleary. To be as disliked as he was, you have to work at it.