So I’m in Perth this week, and I flew in late last night. Clarry had been in the US on “business” (I’ve stopped asking for his whereabouts after the wet fish incident) and was going to connect with me at Perth Airport. At about 3am in the morning, I hear this thumping at the door, and it all came together.
Who is it? Clarry off course, wreaking of booze and cheap perfume, comes stumbling into the room (he doesn’t have very big legs) and passes out on the floor. I then get an email from Frank with the following picture attached, asking what Clarry has been up to (as Clarry is an MSFT employee, he actually reports to Frank)!?
Ahh Clarry, you’re gonna get us both fired!