The following story is true.  I wrote the story because it just came back to my memory.  No action made the thought reoccurs other than going through my brain and just thinking about work stories that helped make me a person.  And just written to make you smile.

Back in the 90s, I needed a second job. First job was not paying enough, so why not get a part time job to bring in some extra income.

As a couple, my wife and I were happy.  Freshly married and starting our life together.   We did not have a computer.  The Internet was just starting and life was easier.  Looking for a job consisted of opening the Sunday paper and sending out resumes. 

One want ad had a position with Packard Bell/NEC.  As a brand, Packard Bell had messed up what could have been a great situation.   They were a computer company that made computers for the everyman at good prices.  The quality control was greatly lacking.  As a business, NEC bought them and kept the company going.

I submitted my letter and resume and moved forward looking for other part time jobs. 

And the phone call came asking me to meet for an interview.    I gladly accepted.  The interview was going to be at the airport Hilton, far away from my normal places of business, but I knew the area well.

The lady and I set up a time for our meeting at 8 am.  I am a morning person, so I would be in prime stride at 8 am.   I wanted this job.  The position was not crucial to life, but working with a computer company could be fun. 

The job interview went great.  And the lady who hired me looked to be about my age, early 20s.

And she looked like a Victoria’s Secret model.  I am not ugly, but I do have a face made for radio.  “Jennifer” was an “11” on most scales.  And the interview continued and we laughed nod she told me I was going to get the job!

Great way to start the day!

After training in Chicago, I went to my first day as a “company man.”  I visited a couple of stores and ended up at CompUSA.  Jennifer said that she would meet me and we could have lunch.  Nothing wrong with lunch with the boss.

At Comp. Something strange happened.  I began to attract a crowd in a good way.  I was comfortable giving speeches, and now I had twenty people gathered around me.  I was making sales and just working the crowd.   I had no script, I was just winging it with product and information and the CompUSA employees were filling the orders. 

Where was Jennifer?

I thought I saw her out of the corner of my eye, but I was rolling so I just kept going.  I finally stopped and found her.

I asked her why she did not stop me.  She responded she had never seen any employee take over a store like that.  Crowd, jokes, presentations and money for everyone involved.

She was very impressed.  Always good to impress the boss.

We go to a little chain restaurant in the parking lot and sit down.  Normal chitchat follows and everything is good.

Jennifer had never traveled to New Orleans.  She was fascinated about Mardi gras.  And I indulged her questions and the conversation turned.

Somehow the subject of getting extra Mardi Gras beads came up.  She asked home some got more trinkets. 

Remember, I am talking to my boss.  

“Sometimes girls show their breasts to get more,” I explained.

“Really?” she asked wide-eyed.

“Well yes.”  I continued.  “And float after float, the girl may raise her shirt and get more beads.”

I am now stuck in this conversation with a beautiful woman discussing showing their breasts for plastic beads.  I felt my life could not be more surreal.  So as the conversation rolled, I said, “I’m sure you would never flash your breasts.”

Right after the sentence left my lips, I wanted it back.  Yes, Jennifer is a knockout.  And you have just asked your boss if she revealed her bare chest to strangers.  Her answer was even more shocking.

“Why, yes I have, ‘ she said with a perky smile. 

Let us recap.  New job.  Beautiful boss.  A conversation that could get Billy Graham into trouble.   We are in a public place having lunch.  Talking about flashing breasts for trinkets. 

And she has revealed that she would do this.  I had to take the next step.

“Why did you flash someone? “

“Well, after my boob job,” she started, “one of my friends wanted to see what they looked like.  We were at the doctor’s office and I pulled my shirt up.  They inspected them very carefully.”

Crowded restaurant.  Lunchtime.  Families near us.  I lost any ability to speak. 

“Uhhuh.” I said.  Do not interrupt.  Let the story go where she wishes. 

I heard a sound.  A repeated tapping.  Suddenly I realized I was tapping my wedding ring under the table to remind myself I am married.

“And she was impressed with how natural they looked and felt,” she waited for me to show something.  I was now focusing on her eyes.  Starring at a woman’s breast may be interesting, but I needed to focus on the face, not the body parts.

I finally ended lunch with something quick about work.  We needed to get back in the store.  I am glad to have lived these moments, and I smile at the memory of being in the room when my boss had me silent. 

The only thing the story has to do with CCSVI is the fact my memory of this has become unlocked.  Imagine precious memories stored in the brain, but you can’t touch it because you lost it like an extra sock in the clothes dryer.

CCSVI does help.

Thank you for reading.

Happy Mardi Gras.