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has gotten me in trouble again...
just before a client walks in and i have my door open. i have a TV in my office, and had the NBA crap on TV. so the client walks in on me and the client i was with at the time and asks what was on the TV, was it the NBA? then he asks if i have seen jay z yet.... (this is where it just snowballs downhill).
-- oh i dont care, i hate that rap crap. (he is wearing baggy pants and ENYC jacket.) that stuff is killing the kids and ruining society.
-- naaah maaan. Jay-z speaks the trufth. (yeah, add in the F sound to truth)
-- you serious?( i look at tim, the client who was sitting with me and he is laughing.)
-- yeah, Jay-z is a poet. (my face goes blank, like when i heard john kerry say if he were president there would be peace int he middle east and the muslims wouldnt hate jews).
--- are you serious? no really, rap sucks, its a joke, crap over stolen songs that end up ruined. (at this point, you can begin to hear the bomb falling sound effect)
--- rap is real. (BOOM)
-- gimme your w-2. timmy you mind? (as i grab tims w2 and the rap guy, who btw is like 35).......... you're a rap fan all your life? well, tim isnt and he made 135k+, you work for the highway dept and look, you made 47K. not bad (throw him his w2 back) point proven.
well, at this point, he goes and sits down and i acn see he is stirring , so i shut my door, pop on YES network for a yankees classic, and wrap up tim. 10 minutes later i walk out, and the guy isnt there and my partner patrick is fuming. he essentially rips my asshole a new one. screaming at me on how i lost him a client. so i respond..
-- pat, what the fuck you care? its 200 bucks, here take it ( i throw 200 on his desk) guy was a bum anyway. we're probably better off if the rest of clients dont have to listen to 50 cent cell phone rings for the next hour. calm down. i just gave you the bill, you didnt lose any money.
then i tell my friend elan that "wow, you really are a jew" when he walked into my office and just interrupted my conversation to bother me with a stupid question that he deemed neccessary to be answered that minute. but he's cool. he calls me the goyim from hell and tells me that only goyim like mint chip ice cream.
just before a client walks in and i have my door open. i have a TV in my office, and had the NBA crap on TV. so the client walks in on me and the client i was with at the time and asks what was on the TV, was it the NBA? then he asks if i have seen jay z yet.... (this is where it just snowballs downhill).
-- oh i dont care, i hate that rap crap. (he is wearing baggy pants and ENYC jacket.) that stuff is killing the kids and ruining society.
-- naaah maaan. Jay-z speaks the trufth. (yeah, add in the F sound to truth)
-- you serious?( i look at tim, the client who was sitting with me and he is laughing.)
-- yeah, Jay-z is a poet. (my face goes blank, like when i heard john kerry say if he were president there would be peace int he middle east and the muslims wouldnt hate jews).
--- are you serious? no really, rap sucks, its a joke, crap over stolen songs that end up ruined. (at this point, you can begin to hear the bomb falling sound effect)
--- rap is real. (BOOM)
-- gimme your w-2. timmy you mind? (as i grab tims w2 and the rap guy, who btw is like 35).......... you're a rap fan all your life? well, tim isnt and he made 135k+, you work for the highway dept and look, you made 47K. not bad (throw him his w2 back) point proven.
well, at this point, he goes and sits down and i acn see he is stirring , so i shut my door, pop on YES network for a yankees classic, and wrap up tim. 10 minutes later i walk out, and the guy isnt there and my partner patrick is fuming. he essentially rips my asshole a new one. screaming at me on how i lost him a client. so i respond..
-- pat, what the fuck you care? its 200 bucks, here take it ( i throw 200 on his desk) guy was a bum anyway. we're probably better off if the rest of clients dont have to listen to 50 cent cell phone rings for the next hour. calm down. i just gave you the bill, you didnt lose any money.
then i tell my friend elan that "wow, you really are a jew" when he walked into my office and just interrupted my conversation to bother me with a stupid question that he deemed neccessary to be answered that minute. but he's cool. he calls me the goyim from hell and tells me that only goyim like mint chip ice cream.
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