The beach Party

Blog 13 – The Beach Party

So there I was sitting on the beach, taking a break from the mind-numbing tiediousness of our company “get together” at our boss’s house. Mr. Smith, my boss, was throwing us an enormous party because of the success we had on our recent business trip to the Far East. I had single handedly saved our company by engineering a new partnership with one of the biggest firms over there.

I was nowhere to be found when the toast was given.

I had just gotten out of the ocean, and my trunks were full of sand. It was very, very annoying. I could care less about the toast in my honor. So I made the boss another 200 million dollars, what did I care, I didn’t want to do this kind of work anymore, I wanted something different.

So as I stripped down to shake the sand out of my swimming trunks, I happen to look up and see Mrs. Smith, my boss’s hot twenty-something wife, much above his level, looking me over. There I stood, speechless in my boxers, looking for some kind of glib comeback, some witty remark… nope nothing… I couldn’t even open my mouth to speak. Just then, from the house up on the cliff, the boss’s house, gun shots rang out.

That crazy SOB was shooting at me!!!! Well I ran faster than I can ever remember running in my life. There I went charging up the beach running from some psycho gun slinging moron who I just made 200 million dollars for. I hadn’t even done anything to him, or his wife, we were just standing there.

Looking back on it, I can understand where he was coming from, I mean I was half naked on the beach with his wife who was in a bikini. But wow, I will never forget that!