Dear All,
If it is the briefs that define a case then I am probably not worthy of carrying one. Today I was a last minute substitute for a “Premier League” meeting and after a quick change at lunch my kit was worthy, unfortunately though my faithful successory let me down.
Things got off to a poor start when asked for my business card during cocktails I twice reached into my briefcase and produced ones with severely crumpled front ends; fine if you work in auto body repair, but ill suited for our organizational representation.
Second, when the meeting kicked off and the platforms were introduced, I once again responded unimpressively by reaching into the attache case and producing, instead of the “Mont Bic”, a six inch beef stick; tempting but certainly not the appropriate tool for the task.
Finally, for the third and final act I went back to the dodgy bag and intentionally produced a Diet Coke, which I cracked open with much unanticipated fanfare; my attempt to conceal the explosive pssssst with a poorly staged cough, awkwardly mistimed. Please everyone, as you were.
Thankfully much of the above, with the exception of the cola’s percussion went noticed; next time though I’d best leave Pandora’s Box behind.
Cheers,
Mw
