pete’s dilemma

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. I was appalled nevertheless.

me : “What happened Pete ? What’s the matter ?”

pete : “I want to clarify something with you.”

me : “Go ahead dude, what’s the matter ?”

pete : “Did you know what have we ordered that night ?”

That’s strange. I could not grasp what he’s actually trying to ask me. (coz I’m half sick today. I see things in 256 colors and my resolution’s blur).

me : “Huh ?”

pete : “You know, that night.”

I’m intellectually smart. It’s Leonard’s wedding he’s referring to. I don’t fucking know why he can’t just say “Leonard’s wedding night when we got piss-drunk”.

me : “Leonard’s wedding ?”

pete : “Yeah”

me : “In the club ? What have we ordered ?”

pete : “yeah yeah .. what have we ordered ?”

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 ??? No wonder !”

me : “You mean, you don’t know all that when it happened ?”

pete : “Errr … I can’t recall what happened. I just happened to see 2 bills in my wallet and I wondered what’s that all about”

Damn, can you imagine that ? My boss calling me up to check what had he done that night. Later when I showed some pictures of him intimating with some female species, he exclaimed :

pete : “DAMN ! I don’t even remember taking those pics ! Agghhh”

Lesson learnt : Girls, credit cards, alcohols and guys…. they don’t mix well.