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| photo by Amanda M Hatfield | via PhotoRee |
There we all were in the restroom of FOF headquarters,
holding rolled up cold cuts – salami, ham, liverworst – in an effort to entice
our curled up boss-man out of the stall he had been curled up on the floor of
for several hours. At first people
weren’t sure where he was, but then the whimpering got louder and the frenetic
shouts of names like “Hangelaand!!!”
and “Berbatov!!!” and “Van
der Vaart!!!” gave away his location.
Perhaps it’s not easy being the boss some times, but I suspect it’s even
harder when after all the bluster and chest pounding you end up LOSING YOUR
OFFICE FANTASY POOL to guys like me and an office page named Raul or Mike or
something like that (seriously, I don’t know who that guy is, but I suspect
computer hacking had something to do with his ability to edge me out for first
place in the league by 3 points).
I’m pleased to say that we finally did get him out of the
stall – we grabbed him when he reached for some bologna – and even then I was surprised to see
him in such disarray. I think I’ve
seen the frayed blanket before (his light blue “woobie” (yes, I said “light
blue” United fans!)), but I’ve never before seen the tiny stuffed deer that he
was cuddling with. I mean,
seriously, I’d almost think it’s sad if it didn’t make me so hells bells happy. So let me say it to all of you here
first:
RENDER THE SALAD UNTO ME!!!
