Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here.
Gather Round, and I will spin you a tale.
The Evil Princess Chapter 3
I received an email from individuals who stated they were from the Bureau of Outer Space Land Management
with a fair bit of skepticism.
It read,
Dear citizen of Earth, you have been selected to visit the moon!
Please provide the following information to receive a free boarding pass!
It was a simple application, so I filled it out for fun. It needed the basics like my vocation, address, phone number, and measurements for my spacesuit.
I kinda got a kick out of it, and it made my purchase of an acre of the moon much cooler.
There were the typical consent forms to include next of kin notification in case something happened. Clicking Not Applicable and accepting all terms and conditions, I sent it off.
Perhaps they would send me a PDF, and I could frame my boarding pass alongside my other desk clutter.
I thought back to stories I had read about anti-gravity paint and a youngster with a space suit in the jukebox era ready to travel and chuckled yuk yuk, just like a comic book.
The phone rang. It was Bob from accounting.
“Hey man, wanted to warn you, management’s all sad that you were using the printer for personal use. Just be honest about it…shouldn’t be a big deal.”
It was a big deal. Apparently, they were looking for reasons to tighten the labor budget, and they let me go.
Looking through my box of stuff, the deed for one acre of the Sea of Serenity was at the bottom in its Dollar General frame. I gave it a look.
That was an expensive off brand pop tart.

Is this a real event or a tale???
Hello Cassa Bassa! This is a Tale!
Thankfully. I figured it out when I read the post after.