Today, I received a call from my boss Pete. Well, ex-boss now, to be exact. He sounded as if I’ve killed his pet dog, some grave matter, dropdead serious.
me : “What happened Pete? What’s the matter?”
pete : “I would like to clarify something with you.”
me : “Go ahead dude, what’s the matter ?”
pete : “Did you know what we ordered that night?”
I could not grasp what he was actually trying to ask me. (because I was half sick myself today. I see things in 256 colors and my resolution was blurry).
me : “Huh ?”
pete : “You know, that night.”
It was the night we went out romping after a colleague’s wedding dinner.
me : “The night after [colleague]‘s wedding dinner?”
pete : “Yeah, I wanted to know what have we ordered in the club…”
me : “2 bottles of whiskies. And later through the night, you stirred some shit with the waitress and ordered another bottle of brandy.”
pete : “Oh.. did I??? That explains the bill!”
me : “Are you telling me that you don’t remember paying for all that?”
pete : “Errr… I can’t recall anything at all. I just happened to see 2 bills in my wallet and I got the shock of my life…”
Damn, can you imagine that? My boss calling me up to ask me about something he don’t remember doing in a club. Later when I showed some pictures of him intimating with some female species, he exclaimed :
pete : “GODDAMN! I don’t even remember taking those pictures!”
Yeah, he don’t even remember who brought him home that night (it wasn’t me).