The legend continues, Part Five

We interrupt the PCB update to wish a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear friend and fellow long time PCB supporter, Helen from Helen at Random Musings! (Otherwise known as @HelenatRandom)

And now, the update you have all been anxiously (?) waiting for:

As you may recall from Tuesday’s post, I met secretly with one of PCB’s former co-workers who wished only to be identified as “Yellowtail”. Based upon information gathered in this meeting, I set my GPS coordinates in my Jeep and headed south towards an undisclosed location near the Houston Ship Channel. Of course, I got lost anyway, because I have absolutely no sense of direction. I can’t even tell my left from my right without pretending to eat. But I digress…

Area fine dining establishment

After some lunch and a few discreet inquiries at one of the area’s fine dining establishments, I donned my dark sunglasses and uni-bomber hoodie and made my way to a secret warehouse where PCB was allegedly being kept “in storage”.

From the outside of this nondescript warehouse, one would never imagine what was waiting inside for this undercover blogger.

One of several pics one might find after googling "nondescript warehouse".

Unfortunately for me, my preliminary recon revealed that there was an armed guard at front entrance. Fortunately for me, said guard had fallen fast asleep watching Judge Judy on a 13″ rabbit eared television. (I know…what are the odds, right?)

I was able to slip past the guard completely undetected. Once inside, I was shocked by the sheer number of “retired” butlers I found.

Some may have found their way there for being poor imitations:

Others perhaps for repeated dress code violations:

Imagine my surprise when, in what I thought was an exclusively male profession, I happen to come across a female butler:

Oh, wait…nevermind. Pretty sure that was a dude:

There were butlers there of all ages. From the relatively young:

To the…GAAA!!!:

Row after row I searched, and while I found some that bore a striking resemblance to the Pornographic Cheese Butler (perhaps an older sibling?):

I was unable to locate PCB. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him among a large group of butlers:

And while my mission that day was to rescue him from this terrible place, I must admit he seemed quite content among his new friends. I’m not even sure if this was, in fact, my beloved PCB. But I decided to leave him there in his new home. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that the sleeping guard had found his way back to me, and was making a discreet call into his walkie talkie.

As I made my way towards the door, I was able to get one last glance at PCB:

I must admit, he seemed well taken care of. Perky, even…

Before exiting the premises, I think I also may have spotted another familiar face:

(Sorry, Yellowtail. Totally my bad.)

Farewell, PCB! Until we meet again…

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