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A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Overheard in the airport part II

A man sitting behind me made a 40 minute continuous string of business phone calls. He was talking about meetings and reviewing things and all sorts of things that anyone who works for any big company talks about. Then I heard this (in a think North Carolina accent):

"I'm just going to call Houston and tell 'em to go get three bottles of Jack and send 'em over to the Girls Gone Wild bus. You get 'em three bottles of Jack on the Girls Gone Wild bus they'll be in hog heaven."

What job other than Jack Daniels sales rep involves this conversation?

1 Comments:

At 9:31 AM, Blogger Clarion Content said...

I'm guessing envy is an inappropriate response here...

 

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