Dream a little dream: man boobs
I dreamt that my boss and I went to a party hosted by a client of the paper. The client wanted us to do promotional events branded with our PW logo, and we were hashing out some of the details. I was annoyed because they had a new CEO who was acting like my boss and I didn’t know anything about his company, even though we’d been involved with it for longer than he was.
I was swishing my wine around in the glass, trying to avoid eye contact, when the CEO came up to talk to me. He was wearing a cute black faux-military jacket they have on sale at H&M. It’s the kind of jacket that should be worn over a shirt, but he didn’t have anything on underneath. He thrust his hand forward for a shake and said, “I’m Bennett Anderson, CEO.” I shook his hand (sweaty) and let him go on in a condescending fashion about his company. As he talked, with much bravado, I noticed that he had man boobs beneath the jacket’s nubby fabric, and I assumed it was health-related, like Meatloaf in Fight Club. I felt sorry for him, then, but only for a second. I thought: “Even if he does have man boobs, he’s still an asshole.”
Fin.
liz | 9:19 AM | Uncategorized
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