Tuesday, March 14, 2006

60/365 Tom

Pasty white and dough-boy squishy, Tom had accepted that no gym membership would firm his ever-softening middle-aged girth, so when he made partner he spent lunches at posh restaurants taking credit for subordinate’s brilliant ideas while getting toasted by happy Japanese clients and martinis.

2 Comments:

Blogger Susan said...

Uh-oh...sounds like another case of Dangerous Denial...

11:03 AM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

mmmm...martinis....

5:32 PM  

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