->  PS> Leastways you were out of town during the sniping excitement.
-> 
-> Not quite entirely.  We came down to househunt, to do paperwork, to have
-> the house inspected, etc., and our real estate agent's office is pretty
-> much right across Route 234 from the infamous Manassas Sunoco.
-> 
->  PS> I get to McLean once or twice a year (hdqtrs).
-> 
-> We'll have to get together and hoist a few next time.

    Ok. The McLean group was actually out my way this past 
    week, negotiating a maintenance contract with an outfit
    in southern OR. 

    They elected to go with Billy Joe Bob's Garage Doors,
    Hot Tubs and Satellite Service so to speak, swapping
    the devil they know for the one they don't yet, third
    party  maintenance-wise. Our company president, a South
    African Boer, my supervisor a calf-roping Texan and the
    flinty eyed sawed-off (4' 9") Israeli IT engineer signed
    on the dotted line after a couple hours negotiations.
    I watched. Then the outfit who was awarded the contract
    exuberantly took us out for dinner...the post-nuptial
    drinking and dining commenced and worsened from there.
    Geez it got messy, my head still hurts. I remember our
    company president asking directions to the titty bar
    from a guy digging in a dumpster...sometime after 
    the flesh joint I lost my rack of lamb to the 
    porcelain goddess back in my motel room.

    A few years back at the height of the dotcom boom
    our stock cleared two hundred bucks. It's now
    twenty five cents. 




    *Origin: From Dawn to Decadence/Jaques Barzun
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