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| 06.25.04 (6:51 am) [edit] |
Most of you may not know about my horrible, terrible double life. I could spin you a tale of corporate espionage, blackmail and pay offs that would make your hair stand on end. People whispering behind closed doors, planning, conniving and executing brilliantly meticulous counter actions. Some people got rich...some people got taken. And some people just went down in flames, never again to be seen.
The names have been changed in order to protect the innocent and the not so innocent alike.
It all started, innocently enough, with a metal concert.
It was an outdoor concert, away from the beer gardens, so my friend and I brought my daughter (then 3 years old) with me. She slept peacefully in her wagon through the whole thing. Before the concert started, we were happily strolling through the throngs of people when we met up with my co-worker, Spud and his friend Shae. So, we decided to pick a spot in the grass and sit together to watch the show.
After much friendly banter and antics, we looked up to see that the band members had taken their positions. Our nattering voices fell silent, defeated by the deafening tones of a crying guitar and the heavy beats of an expertly played set of drums.
We rocked. Oh how we rocked. My friend Esmirelda rushed the stage and started a mosh pit and we found ourselves surrounded on all sides by head-banging angst!
A tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality and I looked up to see Spud's face looming over mine. "Hey!" he shouted and gestured behind me. "There's Grossberger!", indicating our Service Manager.
I looked over my shoulder to see a rather portly man in a brilliantly white tee shirt. He was wearing an equally blinding white ball cap, backwards on his head. He was doing something very peculiar, that I can only describe as a sway-bounce head bob. He was near enough to see him and what he was doing, but too far from me to be able to make out his face.
I laughed at Spud. "That's not Grossberger. That's just some retarded kid rockin' out." Spud protested with such vigor that I decided to walk nonchalantly toward the glowing white figure and see, once and for all, who was right. Every step I took brought his face more and more into focus until...I was eye to eye with Grossberger. GAH!!
He was looking right at me so there was no chance of ducking quickly out of sight unnoticed. I put on my best smile and had a quick chat with him, making sure that I let him know how cool I thought it was that he liked this kind of music. I really wasn't that impressed, but I felt I owed him some kind of complement after the mistake I had just made, even if he had no clue that I had made it.
So, you can imagine the "I told you so" look that was plastered all over Spud's smug little face when I returned. This is when things start to get really ugly.
"Wait until Grossberger finds out about this." He yells at me over the mind searing metal. "Unless...."
"Okay, what will it take to keep your mouth shut?" I asked. Suddenly terrified that Grossberger would find out that I thought he was "special".
"Cookies. Lots and lots of homemade cookies. Chocolate chip ones. As long as my mouth is stuffed with cookies, I can't talk." Spud winked his horrible, blackmailing eye at me. What could I do? I agreed to the terms.
Continued later....
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posted by: JmcV (reply)
post date: 06.25.04 (1:56 pm)
i've said it before, and i'll say it again. I LOVE YOUR STORIES!! i love the way that you take events in your life, that most people would see as "normal" "everyday" type things....and turn them in to tales of mystery, espionage, and danger. especially when i am involved in them.........i mean......when "esmirelda" is involved........i mean........ ACK! THEY'RE AFTER ME! hehe (o:
posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 06.25.04 (2:17 pm)
Hey man, thanks. I just call it like I see it....hehehe.
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