Jan 15, 2009

Skeletons in My Closet

So Mr. Incredible calls to say that his entire company is upset with me.  Feeling a little sick to my stomach, because he does sound serious, I wait impatiently to hear the reason. He proceeds to tell me that a very large, potential client met with him today.  Things were looking very good, initially.  For the final step in the decision process, they would like him to meet with their Vice President of Marketing.  "That sounds great", he says, "What's his name?" Now this is where it gets dicey.  Unbelievably, the guy says the name of the person that I was engaged to when Mr. Incredible got home from his mission!  NOooooo!  This cannot be true.  Oh, but it is and evidently the bombshell look on Mr. Incredible's face caused his client to question if he perhaps had a "problem" with this guy.  Problem? No problem.  It's just his arch-enemy - the person that almost stole the love of his life, the person that kept her from being at the airport to meet him when he came home, the person that implied that he was not "grown up" enough - yet.  "No, he's a great guy," he hears himself say, 'I know him because... well, he was engaged to my wife when I got home from my mission.  Oh, but his wife's sure a sweetheart... have you met her?" (I am not making this up, he really said that!) 
O.K. awkward!  The meeting is today.  Surely an x-fiance' wouldn't withhold business all these years later? He should, in fact, be thanking Mr. Incredible for saving him... from me. I'm sure his wife is a sweetheart and that they are very happy, and this is all because of who?   See nothing to worry about. 
Mr. Incredible wants to know what to say, he wants to know if I have a little message for "you-know-who".   I think he's a little nervous, but I have complete confidence in him. I told him to just relax and say (or sing), "I've seen that smile somewhere before..."

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