Da Meeting.
I attended a small meeting tonight at the Post as a member of a committee that is putting together a dinner-dance to be held in a couple months. We discussed the usual stuff: menu, bar, music, and tickets. When the discussion had just about wound down, one of the guys said, “Wait, I just thought of something else.â€
Everyone stopped talking and looked in his direction, and he said, “I think it’s important that we make sure that the D.J. makes an announcement about the location of the exits and the rest rooms.â€
After a moment of silence, a couple guys said, “Why do we need to do that?â€
More silence.
Then I said, “Obviously, so people don’t shit on the floor and try to leave the building through the men’s room.â€
The poor guy will get his stindeens busted over that one for at least a year.
I’m using your line the next time we have one of those stupid-ass meetings at the Great Corporate Salt Mine – where they begin every farookin’ meeting by telling everyone where the exits and rest rooms are.
Just in case you need to do a Snake Walk, maybe…and then get the hell outa Dodge after you crap yourself.
Comment by Elisson — January 13, 2006 @ 11:50 pm
Ohhh, that is too, too, good!
Comment by MCPO Airdale — January 14, 2006 @ 10:42 pm
Not sure what stindeens are, but that definitely puts me in mind of several of our Post’s members.
Comment by Raging Mom — January 16, 2006 @ 2:55 pm