Last month we had the annual company outing. It was a fabulous, typical fall New England day in the 70's and everyone was just having a blast for themselves. Mr. Sandler, the owner of the company, who is very rarely seen with the working people, was sitting with a group of the VP's at a separate table. Sandler is a tough old Irish Yankee and is about 70. His wife passed away 5 years ago. He's virtually unapproachable by anyone but his son, who's the CEO, and one or two of the other officers. Sitting beside Sandler is this very beautiful young lady, I'd guess around 24 or 25 years old at the most, who was acting really friendly towards him. Obviously, this was his daughter and every guy in the place wanted to hit on her, but figured our jobs were more important so we kept away, at least initially.
By late afternoon, Mason, one of our co workers and the "stud" of the company, was trashed out of his mind, and he kept eyeing the hot chick sitting beside Mr. Sandler to the point that I think the girl was getting uncomfortable, but she also seemed to be glancing back at Mason and giving him a half smile. Mason finally wandered
over to the table, stuck his hand out to shake Mr. Sandlers hand and introduced himself as the "up an coming" young exec that's going run the company when Mr. Sandler is gone and his son retires. "And", said Mason, "I'm going to marry this gorgeous daughter of yours so we can keep it all in the family". Sandler was sitting there in total shock as Mason continued. "So, my beautiful lady" continued Mason, "if it's okay with your father, why don't you and I join the employees at the bar and have a few drinks while daddy talks to his business associates?"
Sandler, a pretty big guy, stood up, looked at Mason and told him he was fired and to leave immediately. Mason tried to explain that he was just trying to be nice to Sandlers daughter and to entertain her while his boss talked business. Jerry Marshall, one of the VP's, grabbed Mason and informed him that Mr. Sandler doesn't have a daughter, this was his "companion". By this time, half the company was standing around listening to all of this and I think the majority of them were on the ground laughing. I'm not sure what the lesson learned here is other than not to drink to heavily around the boss and not to hit on a chic if she's with another guy.
Well, Mason actually found a job with one of our competitors and is doing great. I'm not sure whether he learned anything by the experience or not, but I had to dump on him for this screw up. (Mason, I'm sending this to all the employees over here so they can see you "get hit with the shit". I wish I had your new bosses email address. I'm sure he'd love to see it.) Catch you all tomorrow night at Casey's and I'll buy Mason's first drink. I guess after this I owe it to him. By the way, this web site is cool.