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The Date with Dead Ted
As I stepped out of my boss Ted Carnegy's car, I took a deep breath in and pasted a large cheshire cat smile on my face. This was the day that I had been dreading all week. Dead Ted as we all call him behind his back, had managed to corner me last Tuesday in the back hallway. I generally try to avoid him because he has a faint odor of sour cabbace, so you can imagine my surprise when Dead Ted asked me to accompany him to a local dinner and silent auction fundraiser. No way did I want to sit next to that man for an entire dinner; but what could I do he's my boss? I wondered if there was a way that I could nonchalantly plug my nose with one hand while eating with the other to keep from vomiting. Having no choice I smiled a sugary smile and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while avoiding eye contact.
"I guess I could go if I can find a sitter on such short notice." I told him hoping that would be my easy out.
"Hey no problem, my sister is a great babysitter and she'll do it for free."
Damn, now what was I going to do? I couldn't reject him and his sister all at once so I just said, "Okay."
As we approached the building I felt Dead Ted's plump fingers grab my elbow seeming to claim me as his. An involuntary shudder of disgust swept through me.
"Are you cold?" Ted asked.
I nodded, "I'll be alright."
I felt a plastic smile creep across my face....
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| Yeah I've met people like that, and they can never take a hint! Goood story, very real. There are a few little bits that need looking at like 'cabbace' instead of 'cabbage'. Otherwise it's great. |
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We've all met people like that. Nice job!
And I've seen those plastic smiles too.
Ha-ha! |
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