Emily Dickinson
1830 –1886
The Savior must have been
A docile Gentleman—
To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmen—
The Road to Bethlehem
Since He and I were Boys
Was leveled, but for that 'twould be
A rugged Billion Miles—
and now an
Elite Trader Christmas Tale..... THE CONCAVE BOTTOM.
It was that time of year- The annual Christmas party. Big Pete has flown in from Florida for the past few weeks to entertain his NY clients. Pete is going out to eat huge expensive meals every night, each client expects Fun Pete and that comes with a good bit of tequila.
As the party goes on I notice Big Pete going to the bathroom alot. It happens Grandpa is going quite a few times as well and making the " touchdown " sign after a double flush. What can Big Pete be accomplishing in that same bathroom?
I take a look in afterwards and everything is normal. The seat is up, the hands have maybe been washed.. the cup that holds my toothpaste and brushes and razor is there dead center. Everything is as it were...
Pete goes to the bathroom again and now he's really into the spirit of the party talking loud, sweating profusely and complaining about the pre war heat.
Again I poke my head in the bathroom, all is normal except maybe has my cup been moved?
It was more back before right? Ahhh. Back to the party.
Third trip to the bathroom and now I've got my Hardy Boy mindset.. I actually follow him into the bathroom where he stands all innocent. Together we stare at the cup. Something about that cup.
Slowly Pete lifts it.... CONCAVE BOTTOM. I don't remember much after that.....