I used to do data entry at a financial company. It was really dull, but it paid well and my Dad worked there which meant I could get a lift in to town and sleep the whole way. I also got lunch shouted for me quite often.
One of our co-workers, on the Sales Team, was a young, ex-professional sportsman who had climbed mountains and done lots of other adventurous things.
He and his buddies liked to go to the Establishment at night. For those that know of this place, you already have a fair idea of our co-worker’s personality. For those that don’t, it is/was a very upmarket, corporate place generally filled with people wearing the “latest office fashion”, and talking about money and gym memberships.
When The Boys would get in the next morning, they’d walk in to the office, point at their friend and say something like “maaaaate! how pissed were YOU last night!!” and then spend the rest of the morning talking about how ridiculously hungover they are. Because, you know, they got DRUNK last night, how cool is that.
Anyway, so the sportsman comes in on a typical morning, and has this tale to tell. It started like the usual boring dross.
“Maaate. I’m so hungover. I was at the Establishment last night…”
So far so normal….
“It was Ladies’ Night. I tell ya man, wall to wall women. Could barely get inside.”
It’s a slight varation on the theme, but still pretty standard.
“I walked in the door, and they were all over me. Mate they were clawing at me!”
Okaaay…
“Seriously man, by the time I got to the bar, my shirt was half open, it was untucked, dude… I felt like a gazelle among the lions!”
Happy Monday everyone.
2 Comments
August 7, 2009 at 3:48 pm
ha ha x
August 17, 2009 at 1:00 pm
who is the first?