Thanks, js1257 for the encouragement. Yes, we all need comic relief these days, though what I'm about to relate is of a more serious nature and unfolded not a few hours ago...
The harsh ring of the phone interrupted my Sunday morning reverie. It was Gretchen Morgenstern, Pulitzer prize-winning New York Times journalist and Wall Street watchdog.
GM : "Subman, Gretchen here. Are you free this Wednesday at 12?"
Me : "Hello Gretchen
(hot sex). I'll have to check with my secretary."
Gretchen had interviewed me in my office during the halcyon days of 1999 and perhaps she would swallow my attempt at pretense.
GM : "I'm having lunch with Carly Fiorina and want you to join us."
Gretchen often had me accompany her to important meetings as she appreciated the rare combination of a razor-sharp mind and lightning-quick wit. I appreciated the free food.
Me : "I'll cancel all my prior commitments for that
(menage a trois)."
What prior commitments? There were no yellow PostIts on the wall above my bed so that meant the rest of 2002 was free. Nevertheless, my initial reaction to being in the company of two of the most powerful women in American business was somewhat disturbing and in complete contrast to what they taught me at Wharton
(http://www.wharton.isd.tenet.edu/campus/WJHS/index.htm).
GM : "See you then."
It seemed as if the Money & Business section of the Sunday New York Times, which I had been reading earlier, had taken on a life of its own as it was now precariously balanced on the edge of my bed. I stopped the freefall and resumed daydreaming...