One in return -
It was approaching 7.30 and the young executive had had a very hard day. He watched his boss walking into the conference room for an important meeting and knew he'd be safe for at least an hour, so he sprinted up to the Sky Bar Lounge on the 57th floor, hoping to catch the last thirty minutes of happy hour, when cocktails were half price.
As he walked in, the barman was pouring a double slammer of Tequila sour for a very handsome executive looking guy.
The guy slammed the Tequila, knocking it down in one gulp, got up off the bar stool, walked over to the window, opened it, climbed out and jumped.
In shock the young executive ran over to the window, but couldn't see the ground from where he was. Not knowing what to do he ordered a very dry Martini from the barman, and sat there, staring into space. The barman continued polishing glasses and dusting the bar, preparing for the evening, and appeared to be totally unfazed.
The young exec got out his cell phone, placed it on the bar in front of him, preparing to call the police, and possibly an ambulance, or even the local news station. Not knowing what to do next, and still extremely shocked by what had happened, he finished off his drink, when, in through the door the handsome young exec returned, ordered another Tequila slammer, double, very sour, knocked it back in one, walked over to the window, climbed out, and disappeared into space one more time.
This time, the poor young guy was extremely perplexed and sat there, gobstruck, staring at his reflection in the mirrored bar.
After five minutes the handsome young guy sauntered back into the bar, as if nothing had happened.
''What the hell did you do?'' He blurted out, just as the handsome young guy was sitting back down and ordering another Tequila, double, slammer, extra sour, please.
''Well, I have no idea, really.'' He began to explain. ''It must be something to do with the way this guy makes the Tequilas. You see, I seem to drop very fast at first, then, just around the third or second floor I slow right down, and land very softly on my feet. Watch.'' He knocks the next Tequila back in a oner, gets up, walks over to the window, climbs out, and disappears into the night, one more time.
Astonished is not the word. This young executive has never, ever let any opportunity go by, and this, he can't believe.
''Barman, Tequila, please.'' He says. ''Make it a double, sour, slammer, just exactly like the ones you made for him.''
He knocks it back in one, and before the barman can realize what is happening, he walks quickly over to the window, climbs up, and drops into space.
Just then, the handsome young exec reappears, just like before. This time the barman is sweating and shaking, and looking really pissed off. ''Superman,'' He says, ''You know, you are such an asshole when you get drunk.''
2006-12-06 21:41:08
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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