Being that the facade of The Club resembles a mid-19th century home (because, coincidentally, it was a mid-19th century home), not very often do people wander in off the city streets. This morning was the exception to the rule. A few of the ladies were standing in the main dining room around 10:45 this morning, waiting for our lunch to be served. The doors to the dining opened and in walked a large man. When asked if he could be helped, he said "yeah, I'm looking for a job." Again, this isn't the type of place where people walk in off the streets looking for employment. One of the ladies replied with "I'm sorry?". The gentleman, acting as if the ladies were idiots said "A job?! Ya know, a G-O-B?!" Well, why didn't you just say so!
Said man was instructed to head upstairs to the offices to see what he had to offer. The story was making its way through the ranks at The Club and right before we opened the doors to serve lunch, it once again was the topic of conversation. At this point, CeeCee cuts in with her own little story: "my brother was an extremely brilliant man but he always insisted on spelling gem G-E-M." Apparently he got all of the brains.
No comments:
Post a Comment