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Beulah Bondi
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Tuesday, Jul. 20, 2004 - 11:44 a.m.
9:50 a.m. Being summer and all I thought I’d surprise The Boss and co-workers and arrive at work just twenty minutes late this morning.
10:06 a.m. After making all the necessary polite civilities with underling support staff and mandatory pleasantries with co-workers I entered my office to find The Boss peering under my sofa while in-taking massive gulps of air through his nose.
10:07 a.m. Seeing him on the floor on hands and knees making peculiar and thunderous snortings on the inhale followed by a soprano-pitched wheeze on the exhale reminded me of when I first made his acquaintance at a fetish club in the late eighties. He was easy to spot, being 6’2”, weighing in at just a tad under 300 lbs, dressed in a seam-reinforced crème colored one-piece tight-fitting leotard and tights combination (with foot straps), a dainty pink tutu straining against his enormous Santa-like belly, coordinating black leather and silver studded leash, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and being led by, what looked like, none other than Hollywood Squares’ Rose Marie. I remember approaching and asking him, “Hey, if you’re looking for your dignity I think it’s in the other room.” Although Rose Marie and I laughed The Boss didn’t see the humor until I gave a tug to his leash and reassured him, “Dude, I’m just yanking your chain.” When Rose Marie wet herself laughing I was rudely pushed out of the way and to the back of the room by a mob of serious Golden Shower-ites. Later in the evening the three of us became fast friends when they thanked my profusely for their newly found popularity.
10:08 a.m. Paying no mind to the odd activity of searching under the furniture I ask The Boss, “How’s it going?” He responds, “You’re not hiding donuts under here are you?” I reply, “Yeah, but they’re way in the back.” “Really?” he asks excitedly. I tell him, “Nah, I’m just yanking your chain.”
10:09 a.m. After laboring to get to his feet in an attempt of an abrupt departure he barks, “You will never make reference to that again. Understood?” Hanging my head sheepishly I concede, “Yes sir.” And then continue under my breath, “ Unless you fire me.”