Saturday, July 25, 2009

When you gotta go...

I was in Chicago this week for a quarterly sales meeting. Wednesday's agenda started at 8:30am, went straight through the working lunch, and was scheduled to go until 5pm with no breaks.

At one stage, one of our salespeople quietly got up and left the room. He came back a few minutes later. "Sorry, I couldn't hang on any longer," he informed us.

"That's TMI," someone said.

"No," I corrected. "It was TMP."

4 comments:

beth said...

AHAHAHA! I had to read it out loud to get it, but that's hilarious!

Laura Martone said...

I second Beth's assessment. It took me a second, but then I understood! ROFL!

Lady Glamis said...

Oh, thanks for the laugh! You always make me smile, so thank you. :D

Rick Daley said...

And for the record, this was a true story. I must say, my timing was impeccable for the original delivery.