Data: 2009-10-23 | Author: John Patrick Lamont [See Author’s Biography]As Bunny, Fred, Mike and Keith entered the amphitheater for the meeting on equity indexed annuities, they noticed a large chalk message on the blackboard behind the podium. It reads, â € œAre is ready to make money? Lots and lots of money? Â € â € <br> œthat caught my attention, â € laughed Bunny, pointing. â € œIt should be part of the marketing materials approved in Compliance.â <br> € â € œI donâ € ™ t think so, â € Mike frowned. â € œIâ € ™ m sure the company they were very much not to use phrases like that.a € <br> Stopping dead in its tracks, Bunny returned to the microphone and looked at the innocent expression on his face. Suddenly a small smile touched the corners of the mouth, and Bunny exploded in laughter.
â € œYou really had me going on that one, Mike, â € confessed Bunny. â € œdo all its customers that youâ € ™ re so innocent as I do? <br> â € â € œI hope so, â € said Mike, laughing along with Bunny.
Keith noticed many heads of monitoring Bunny as the quartet changed after the podium and in their places. Bunny wearing a tight red dress scarlet assembly that turned his bright blond hair and gold silk. Their combined three-inch heels high above him all his companions, except Mike.
We have a room full of male menopause here, and Bunny € ™ s like an overdose of a testosterone patch, laughed Keith seems to himself.It Bunny wants to have a little fun while sheâ € ™ s at the conference.
He settled in their seats, the Milltowners noticed a burly man in his twenty or thirty years behind approaching the podium set up on the stage of wood. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt and pants, and had almost black hair who wore long, tied back in a ponytail. Her hair, combined with his prominent hooked nose, indicated that he was a descendant of American Indians. Turning, he looked at the blackboard, gave a sigh and a theatrical gesture of shock, and then quickly erased the words.
â € œWell, where did that come from? We canâ ™ € t have any of that displayed in this meeting, â € he said with a smile and a wink.
Staff meeting burst into laughter gay.
â € OESO, Howa € ™ s all this beautiful morning of the conference € ™ s third day? â € he asked.
Occasional grumbles to the surface of the sea of heads.
â € œBoy, that a tough crowd. Oh, come on, people! Last night I couldnâ € ™ t have been taxing. Youâ € ™ re here, anyway. Now, how are you? Â € <br> The response rate was slightly higher this time.
â € œStill so few animated out there? Ok, the first person who tells me a joke does not get threw this brick fake foam on them.I € He reached behind the podium and held up a normal appearance of red brick. â € œWhoâ € ™ s first? â € <br> An agent arrogant young man stood up and said, â € œTwo vultures were circling some very flat road kill when a Southern Baptist pastor who spent around â € "â € â € <br> œWhoa there, pardner , â € he smiled the speaker. â € œWeâ € ™ d better not venture into religious jokes. And come to think of it, some of my best friends are € vultures.â
This statement caused some giggles.
â € œBetter save that joke after school. Moreover, this isnâ € ™ t fake a brick. Good thing I said I wouldnâ € ™ t throw it! Â € he said as he dropped to the floor stage with a big bang.
More laughter spread around the room, which indicates a new life among the pale faces and sagging.
â € œAre we awake yet? â € he asked, followed by more laughter. â € œSorry on the brick. I promise thatâ € ™ s the last time Iâ € ™ m gonna lie to you today! Ok? Â € <br> Some agents in the crowd grumbled a â € € œyes.â
Pressing it called, â € œI canâ € ™ t hear! Â € <br> Some voices joined the chorus of â € œyes! <br> Â € â € œWhat was that again? â € asked the man, putting his hand to one ear.
â € œYES! â € finally got a chorus of voices from the crowd.
â € œGood! â € he smiled. â € œNow I know youâ ™ € re awake, we can begin to use the subject of EIA! If youâ ™ € re not asleep until the end of class, Iâ € ™ ll know that I did my best.
â € œOh, I almost forgot to tell you, my name is Vernon Leaping Bull. Iâ € ™ m from the district office of the Northwest. I know how to ride a wild horse, I only smoke on ceremonial occasions and, yes, this is my real hair.I €
â € œHow did you get your name? â € he called someone in the group.
â € œOh, Vernon is a family name, â € he smiled.
â € Oeno, his last name, â € laughed the man.
â € œHmm, the natives are getting restless! â € Vernon smiled, holding his hand over his forehead. â € œWell, Iâ € ™ m sure most of you have heard that Native Americans are named for the first thing that our mothers see when leaving the tent. This is, of course, not true. But if you can imagine how I would be relieved that the bull was not snap! Â € <br> Now the room erupted in laughter and laughter.
After the roar died down, Vernon continued, â € œIf anyone would like any other personal information, please see me after the meeting. Thank you.
â € œNow, jumping right into our topic today â € "Uh, sorry, that wasnâ € ™ t intended, â € admitted Vernon, while waiting for his audience to calm down again.
(Excerpted from The Sum of Life Trilogy and reprinted with permission of the author John Patrick Lamont).
(Originally published in GoArticles and reprinted with permission of the author, John Patrick Lamont).
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