Wednesday, March 24, 2010


"So, do we ask for a reduction in the management fee or do we move some of our money elsewhere?" my colleague asked.

"Not a penny for tribute!" I declared.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure. But it sounds good. Fifty-four forty or fight!"

"Okay," he said. "That doesn't really help me, though."

"How long have we been working with them?"

"Twenty-five years, give or take."

"Are they decent people?"

"They're fund managers."

"Point taken," I said. "How much would we save by consolidating?"

He told me.

"That's a lot of whiskey," I said.

"I know," he replied.

"Thinking about it that way puts a new light on things, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does," he said, gathering his papers.


fish said...

Whiskey makes me sad because it is always gone.

Brando said...

Snag is leading the new Whiskey Rebellion.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

They probably have stainless steel sinks too.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

...and eat tuna melts. Splitters!

Kathleen said...


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Grapefruit juice, Kathleen.