Maximilian was the Managing Director of a rather large manufacturing company. There were quite a number of self-opinionated executives working under him. Somehow he managed to keep them under control.
One day at a meeting they all ganged up on Maximilian and demanded a pay rise. Maximilian employed his time-honoured technique:
I agree with you, he said. A pay rise would be a good thing. But let me tell you a story:
Once there were a group of intrepid adventurers. Their boss took them white-water rafting. They were in kayaks going down a fast river that went bumpty-bumpty-bump over boulders and looked more horrifically dangerous than in fact it was. The kayaks were sturdy and safe.
The following week their boss took them mountaineering. They brought their kayaks along with them. Why have you brought your kayaks with you? asked the boss. The kayaks are safe, they replied. We don’t want to drown while climbing the mountain.
All the self-opinionated executives nodded in agreement at Maximilian’s response. They went back to work.
Maximilian bit into his lunchtime sandwich. “Ah yes!” he thought. “Yet another crisis forestalled with one of my meaningless parables.”
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They deserve Maximilian
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To the Max!
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Wonderful! I went from bemused to smirking in the blink of an eye!
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Thanks, Chris!
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Aw shucks! You went and told us it was meaningless…..otherwise I would still be sitting here trying to figure it out until I was finally forced to admit my deficiency in the face of a higher wisdom and resume my place on a lower link of the food chain. Been there. Done that. 🙂
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Me too Cynthia – I knew I hadn’t had much sleep – but still’n’all was feeling rather deficient as you say – Oh Bruce, alas you just missed your chance to Lord it over us 🙂
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😀 I could never Lord it over anyone, Pauline. Not since 1949 – the vintage year!
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LOL Cynthia! You would’ve joined the self-opinionated executives who pretended they understood!
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Only at a tender age…..never today.
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😀 Oh the wisdom and beauty that comes with age!
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Gaaaaaa! I’ve known people like this and the people they manipulate. Will never forget leaving a meeting next to someone who said (not the abbreviation) “WTF. Are they all nuts?” Talk about validation….
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LOL! I think it’s a technique they teach them in megalomaniac school!
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And the mandible drops away from the maxilla. I’m sure all of the executives were only nodding in attempt to make their mouths shut.
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You’ve chosen the perfect name for this character: Maxim
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It max for a good story.
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The perfect anecdote anent dotes!
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Damn Spanish – I understood the “gifts” but I didn’t get the “anent” bit! – and I understood “dotes” from Latin….
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Spanish? Try your English Merriam-Webster dictionary. 😜
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Do you know that in all my years I have never come across ANENT until today! I’ve always used “re.” Oh the misery of being a uniglot. 😦
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LOL! Well, now you can go anent your life sans fret.
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I can’t go sans fret – I don’t have a guitar.
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Though you can be somewhat bass at times…..
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That’s a double bass! (See comment below for further bass!)
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Strum yourself a happy tune. Everyone has an air-guitar!
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Oh – is that a guitar? 😀
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lmfao! This reminds me of the mentally disabled 40 year old man who used to ride his oversized tricycle on our cul-de-sac. He would stop. Strum his air guitar between his legs mimicking guitar sounds, then slap himself in the face saying “oh shit”. Laugh and ride away.
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LOL! I’ve never heard it called an oversized tricycle before… 😉 We had a similar gentleman. He would play guitar – he always stopped and asked, “Is this the way to the Mississippi?
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Hah! I’m at my son’s place, so I can guffaw to my heart’s content.
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I hope your son doesn’t have to pay too much to download any stories… And anyway – how come one so young has a son with “a place”?
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Oh, you sweet talkin’ man!
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It is how it goes at the meetings.
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So often… yes…!
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Old Max was lucky his employees were dumb as dirt!
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These dumb employees are everywhere! Not so much dumb, as grovelly!
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I get in my mind what I want to write after I read your stories … and then I get caught up watching the tennis match between you and Oscar every time played within the comments! Great story Bruce.
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What the deuce! Oscar is a terrible tennis player – always serving into the net.
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Causing a racquet.
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The score if often 40 love…
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Did you just call me love ?
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LOL NO!!!!!!!
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Oh …. 😦
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