Christmas Par-tay
I had missed having a corporate party to go to, the outfit, the nice meal, the usual. This Christmas party promised to be special because it was at the Gerogia Aquarium. Among the handouts at the door was this:
So, we left our fishing poles in the car, but were obviously disappointed. In spite of the early disappointment the evening turned out great. My personal highlight was meeting a mom that just two weeks earlier had tried giving me a hard time about her kids, she was sloshed and spilled her pork on my exposed toes. I would have liked to tak it one step further and demand an apology since I was Jewish (except I’m not of course), but the husbands intervened and I am just left with lotsa HAND….(The Pez Dispenser):
George: No everything is *not* going good. I’m very uncomfortable. I have
no power. I mean, why should she have the upper hand. *Once* in
my life I would like the upper hand. I have no hand– no hand at
all. She has the hand; I have *no* hand…
George: How do I get the hand?
Jerry: We all want the hand. Hand is tough to get. You gotta get the
hand right from the opening.
