Presenting to the Beast

Aaron was in shock because it had gone
really well. Not only had I survived the
beast I’d seemingly made a new friend.
All I had to do now was sit on a plane be
delivered unto Dublin. The presentation
couldn’t have gone much better, we might get
something out of this Shane Pond fiasco after all.
By the time we emerged one of the bags I'd left at
reception had already caused commotion with the
BMV staff. My black backpack had some
choice graphics on it; a dog screwing a man’s leg;
the same dog licking his own balls; in another he
was farting a single music note. This being boring
BMV in boring New Jersey the suited security guard
couldn’t let it go without comment.
“That’s quite a conversation piece” he said
"No it isn't" I said trying to end the conversation.
‘We don’t have any sense of humor around here “
“That’s not what I heard"
Thankfully a Limo, well, not quite a Limo, with a chauffeur
waited outside to take me to JFK but before disappearing
into the matt black hole that opened in the side of the glossy
black town car, a sneaky junior client who must have been
behind me the whole time, bid me farewell.
“Good job” he said
Yes I thought, it is isn't it?