They are assembling speakers on the small line today. First, Maria glues a crossover into the aluminum casing and fills the cavity with fiberglass. Then Manuel attaches a woofer and tweeter to the crossover wires. Finally, Ned screws them down onto the plastic baffle. Lastly they are tested, packed, and shipped to fill the backorder ASAP.
Maria and Manuel went back and forth all day with their swearing and name-calling. Ned was surly but quiet.
When the day was coming to an end, and they were preparing to go home, Maria began to look everywhere for something. “Where’s my eyeglasses?” she cried out. “I left them right there on the shelf!”
Manuel began to laugh softly at first, and then uncontrollably. Finally, he stopped long enough to let everyone in on the story: he had stuffed the eyeglasses into one of the loudspeakers, and Ned had completed the job without noticing them or anything else concerning quality, for that matter.
“At least they’ll be singing somewhere in this dreary fool America with Spanish eyes tonight, Maria!” Manuel shouted.
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