Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Mission Impossible

Salty, I have a mission if you choose to accept it.

I wish to bring 40 international business executives to your establishment for dinner. Prior to dinner we'd like to have beverages and hors d'oeuvres. We'd also like you to entertain these executives during that time. I would also like you to involve these executives in the entertainment. How about getting them involved in the preparation of their dinner. Remember, hors d'oeuvres and beverages will be served during that time as well. You have three hours to accomplish this task.

Oh, one more thing. You have one business day to prepare. If the mission is successful you will be rewarded handsomely.

(Insert visions of smoldering tape)

Hmmmm, I've got a small kitchen that is awkwardly laid out. I must prepare high end, freshly prepared hors d'oeuvres for these discerning customers and immediately turn around and invite these "civilians" into the kitchen to do some work. Then immediately there after serve a four course dinner to aforementioned guests. All in under three hours.

No problem. While I'm at it I'll videotape the whole affair and show it to you and your guests on our ten foot video screen while you are enjoying that delicious dinner.

My name is Dog, Saltydog.

They had a blast. It's 15 hours later and I'm still exhausted. My staff rocked. My wife was as usual a rock. I'm getting to old for this crazy shit.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hope you have recovered, I may come in Saturday. I hate to think that your average joe customers might feel the fallout.

Scott said...

Hey, I may be old but I'm not wus. (sp?)

Scott said...

Sorry, not a wus.