Horn Dog Enterprises (HDE) Shot Down...
Monday day: Drove 350 miles with two colleagues from Horn Dog Enterprises (HDE), including one owner who routinely says "asposed" (as in, "Hey, they're not asposed to do that!").
Monday evening: Arrived at our destination. Dined at a roadside dive that proudly featured six different flavors of A1 sauce. Realized I'm painfully out of touch with steak sauces.
Monday late evening: Found myself parked at a penny slot machine called "Mystical Fortune." While it certainly drained my pennies, it did so slowly and, I have to admit, in a rather entertaining way.
Tuesday morning: Met my horn-dog colleagues for breakfast at a 50s diner. Ordered the $3.50 grapefruit juice and the $9 fruit plate. (You actually get a lot of fruit for $9.)
Tuesday mid-morning: Met with the C-level execs and board committee of a nearly half-billion dollar business. One member of their board (at whose invitation we were there in the first place) had inexplicably developed a vigorous hatred for HDE well in advance of our presentation (making for the worst business meeting I've experienced in nearly 20 years). (Seriously, the board member in question interrupted our presentation, announced that her committee was done with us, motioned for us to leave, and then got up and walked out of the room).
"I'm beginning to thaw now," I'd said to the HDE owner afterward (once out of earshot from their board).
"Thaw?" he asked.
"From sitting so close to that miserable ice-cold bitch."
Tuesday day: Drove home with two HDE colleagues, including one owner who thought that board members of nearly half-billion dollar companies aren't "asposed" to be miserable ice-cold bitches.
--posted by Patrick at Blowing Shit Up With Gas.
7 Comments:
I used to work for her.
Some people are so freakin' rude. You showed great restraint!
Sorry you had to endure all that, but it made for a great post, and I agree your restraint is admirable. I probably would have tracked down her car in the parking lot and stuffed $9 worth of fruit into her gas tank.
Son, I don't know hows you doos it. You LIVE in the 4th Circle of Hell with intermittent stops to the 8th. I thought *I* had it bad living in a closet here at Possum Lodge.
Shame that $9 of fruit didn't start lubin' up yo' insides while she was still there, you coulda' given her a farewell present.
I know I'm not asposed to do this, but you have been tagged.
You showed restraint enough at being confined for 350 miles with colleagues. I'd gouge my eyes out, it makes for a more colourful presentation.
Not exactly the fun "road trips" like you had in college, eh? Sorry the meeting sucked major ass.
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