We have a client who I'm going to refer to as Creepo. He's fat, dirty, loud, abrasive, vulgar, and apparently rich because he's one of our biggest clients. I had just put him in our conference room when I noticed what could only be a homeless man reading a newspaper at our front desk. Obviously curious as to why a homeless man was pretending to read while stinking up our lobby, I approached him with the question.
It would appear that the smelly, homeless gentleman is actually Creepo's "driver." I'll admit, that should not have surprised me. I can't even hazard a guess as to what kind of ramshackle, piece-of-shit car they must have driven to our office in....watch it be a Bentley.
P.S.: I'm pretty sure my next project for the day is going to be picking up lunch for Creepo and my boss. I love my life. I just love it.