My Trip to RPF's RPF, by Dennis Erlich
Subject: RE: rpf joke
Date: Sun, 28 Aug 94 10:02:47 -0700
My trip to the RPF's RPF.
>From: email@example.com. (Maggie Council (ANT))
>Subject: rpf joke
>Date: 25 Aug 1994 19:01:31 GMT
>Organization: Univ. of Life
>If it's not too much trouble, would you post the joke you made about the
>RPF that got you in hot water? It would be an interesting illustration
>of Scn sense of humor.
>==================================m. council, human being
Well, it's a long story . . .
I was on my post on the 10th floor balcony. I had
been the Chief Cramming Officer for about a year.
Had my junior all hatted and operational. Had a good
word clearer working full-time on my cramming cycles.
Office overlooked Clearwater Bay. Life was
Now you should know that when you get busted in the
Sea Org, the message would be delivered by a 12-15
year old girl in white short-shorts and white halter top.
I was enjoying the afternoon sun when such a young lady
presented herself to my startled self. Uh oh.
"You have been assigned to the RPF. Here's the order.
Come with me right now." "No, you may not clear out
your desk." "No you may not call your wife." NOW.
[tone forty command]
I think, "If I don't go with her, she'll say alright,
and walk away. Several large men will return. They
will have clubs and Mace. Best go with her."
As we walk away, I tell my junior and word clearer
who look terrified, "Don't worry, I'll be reprieved
and back for dinner."
[I had been assigned a year earlier by Miss Cabbage
and reprieved by Phatman a day later.]
I was immediately taken to the sub-basement of the
Ft. Harrison Hotel in Clearwater Florida. There was
a woman from the GO *chained* in a small back room
behind a pile of filthy bedparts.
Because the best accommodations were taken, I was
placed inside a 7 x 7 chicken-wired cell containing
numerous toilet tanks, seats, and assorted sinks and
urinals. The door to the enclosure was closed and a
lock was inserted, but not locked, on the door.
I spent 4 days just sitting in there thinking. The
next 6 I spent cleaning.
I "graduated" into the normal RPF program.
That was the joke.
"So funny I forgot to laugh."
Rev. Dennis L Erlich