Sometimes - ever so rarely - you've got to give it up for corporate America.
As if from a dream, a man wearing a green jester hat and pushing a cart full of booze stopped outside the door of my office and asked, in a plausible Irish brogue, if I wanted anything to drink. I looked up from my desk, bewildered. Hurrying to answer before he evaporated into thin air, I said, "Uh...got any whiskey?"
He did.
It happened.
2 comments:
That is so beautiful... I practically cried.
Luckily, I had some whiskey of my own nearby.
AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah!
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