Here, hand me that clipboard and follow me.
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No, you'll see when we get there...c'mon. Lock your workstation, this might take awhile.
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Yes, I know that's a seating diagram to the City Coliseum on my clipboard. Don't say that out loud. In fact, don't say anything except yes or no. Point to the seating chart from time to time when you do talk. Now get in the elevator.
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Right. This is not our floor. It belongs to another company. My badge is screwed up, I think. It gives me access to every floor. Again, don't bring this up, OK? Just follow me.
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In here. It's OK. I am wearing a tie and carrying a clipboard. My badge is important-looking and I've got my assistant with me. No one will question us. We can go anywhere.
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See that? That's a sliding bolt someone put on the inside of this door. I have been all over this building and this is the only non-bathroom room I have found that can be locked from the inside...well, there are a few offices, but people are in them now. Shut the door.
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OK. I'm glad we had this little talk. Have a good weekend.
8 comments:
Whooo Hooo!
Lol, lucky no one asked for a back rub or anything..:-)
i'd give anything for a badge and a clipboard.
well, almost anything.
do you also have a pen holder with the name of a electronics store on it and tape on the bridge of your glasses?
just askin'
Huh?
"Step aside!...Step aside ladies and gentlemen!"...works every time.
Heh! I drive an ordinary car with no advertising or markers on it. I drive up to houses, let myself in and stay a few hours. In over twenty-seven years no one has ever called the police to report a prowler in the neighborhood.
It's the clipboard.
Skeet knows the awesome power of the clipboard! It's like a flat magic wand, ain't it?
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