Here we are again. I bashed this one out earlier in the week and thought, ‘surely I’ll come up with something more sane’, but why would I want to do that?
Who Invited That Guy?
In a modern, high class function room atop an illustrious inner city hotel, Eric thought the cocktail reception seemed to be going well, as an unfamiliar face strode up to the circle of colleagues he stood with, nibbling on a cabbage wrapped hors d’oeuvre.
“This room is clean enough to perform several invasive surgeries in, is it not?” Bellowed the stranger.
“Heh, I guess it is rather spotless” replied Frank from accounting.
“Say, where are you from, Mr…?” Asked Jenn the services manager.
“Joe. I am Mister Joe and I hail from the feudal monarchy of never mind! Furthermore, I have urgent business to attend to. I bid thee adi-due! Bon evening, esteemed brethren” Mr Joe babbled, scuttling off in great haste.
While his behaviour seemed a little odd, he was ordinary enough in appearance and Eric found his presence not entirely unsettling.
“What a strange fellow” remarked Jenn.
“Funny, I was about to say, what a dick” Frank replied.
“Your voices are still audible to me and I am not a phallus” barked Mr Joe’s voice from across the room.
Conversation paused momentarily and glances were shot in Mr Joe’s direction, then the reception resumed in high spirits.
I may not be able to get one in next week, as I’ve got a hectic week coming up, then heading up the coast on the way to Sydney for the big family Christmas. I’ll be taking my laptop and some art supplies, so no doubt there will be drawing and writing done and I’ll have stuff to show when I get back.