My day job office had a slide in it, like an ultra colorful child slide that was huge and complicated. At the same time there was a party going on and we were firing rockets into the sky in a competition.
A gaggle of HR Karens set up a ultra-colorful plastic automated train for children and suddenly there were a dozen children under 5 running around and ruding it. In the corcer of this rather large room was my desk. I was thinking they were trying to take my office.
The latest rocket had a flat wide nosecone, awful aerodynamics, no wonder it didn't go very high.
Now I was riding the slide down the side of the building but it was blocked at the end and a fat guy who looked like Randy Quaid was looking at me like I did something wrong.
I get off and walk with some familiar people and I was going home, it was night by nowso I get a call, it's the Howard Stern show, Howard wants Tucker Carlson's phone number. I ask them to hold on and I do have it, three numbers:
*979
1-800
And a nromal phone number.
I say goodbuy to Howard and that was it.
