Inappropriate Business Behavior

I had to go to a meeting this morning. I was the last one there, so I had to be the 'facilitator'. That means that I had to stand by the white board with an erasable marker in my hand and write down what people said. This is generally not a problem for me.

But today, I was in a mood. It is raining out, I'm in kind of a dream-like state, and I'm grooving on it. Some sort of coma-stupor-frenzy or something.

So there I am, daydreaming, and suddenly I realize I've been asked a question.

"Uh, what?" I ask, intelligently.
"What were you laughing about just now?" my boss asked me.
"Oh. Was I laughing?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"So, what were you laughing about?"
"Oh, nothing. No big deal."
"No, we're all friends here, we would like to know. What were you laughing at?"

My little droogies, I urge you...do not, for the love of God, answer this question if it is ever asked of you. Or at the very least, lie about it. Did I tell a fib? I did not. Stupidly, I told the troof.

"Well, I was kind of daydreaming..."
"Uh, huh..."
"And I was thinking..."
"Uh, huh..."
"That Mrs. Wiggy is going to buy me a big huge apron to wear while I barbecue on our new grill."
"Uh, huh..."
"And if I wear that, I'm going to be kind of hot."
"Uh, huh..."
"But since the apron will be covering my front, I can probably just not wear pants."

And a kind of silence filled the room. And not the happy, contented, we're all glad to be here sort of silence, either. No. The angry, confused, kill the wabbit kind of silence. Silence that preceeds mayhem or the cutting off of important bits. The kind of silence that tells you that you've gotten your snarglies all twisted up.

Silence.

More silence.

Finally, my boss made a brief note on his notepad, cleared his throat, and started talking again.

Soon, I was daydreaming about what kind of chef's hat I need if I'm going to barbecue with no pants on. It should be a good one, don't you think?

Beware,

Wiggy

NOTE:I have just returned from lunch, and it appears that at least one of my co-workers have been troubled by my vivid imagination. At least to the point where they felt they had to express themselves creatively. Whatever works, is what I say. Not a bad likeness. I'm a little fatter than that, though.



I guess I'm kinda proud - I'll be front and center in many troubled dreams this night! Bwahahahahaha!