Thursday, April 7, 2011
Dinner with Ambots?
Spring Leadership bullshit is over!
Let’s get in the car and get the hell out of here ASAP! We have a long drive ahead of us and about 3 hours left of daylight. The highway is going to be packed very quickly with IBO’s wanting to get the hell of out Dodge. I want to get ahead of as many of those brainwashed jerks as fast as I can and keep driving until sunset and then find somewhere to eat.
Ambot got out of the stadium fast enough but the fucking Eagle and a couple of his downline are hot on his heels. I was waiting in a 5 minute passenger pick up/drop off zone with a bunch of taxis in front of the arena so I didn’t have to pay for parking. Ambot shows up with the entourage in tow and announces the others want to go to Red Lobster for dinner and he’d like us to join them.
Hell no! I don’t want to eat dinner with those bastards!
As much as I like eating at Red Lobster I have no interest in dining with a bunch of kiddies, one of them being the young lady who came down to the hotel dining room in her jammies. I just want to get going and put some miles behind us while we still had daylight. I had no idea where the Red Lobster was in this town but lets say 15 minutes or so to figure that out and in the past my dining experiences there have taken at least an hour. We’d be burning daylight. I don’t think so. I’m just as happy stopping at Denny’s at nightfall for a burger. Less expensive too. Remember we’re not like the rest of those tax cheating IBO’s. We don’t claim NOTHING to do with Amway on our tax return.
Ambot looks disappointed but gets in the car.
Spring Leadership is done for another year.