(A bit of a background first...
There is a bulletin board (BB) in our company, where people let loose their boredom, frustrations, ramblings... Sometimes they tend to forget that there's Big Brother (the HR dept.) watching and you can definitely speak your mind, as long as it subscribes to the company's BB usage policies. And for those unfortunate ones, who tend to cross the thin red line, there's a small discussion that ends with a courteous apology on the BB and the sudden disappearance of the entire conversation... )
It's one of those days, when you have absolutely nothing better to do, than stare at your PC and drop off messages to your buddies at an online forum. The intermittent flow of messages somehow has a life of its own. Conversations start off as a single post and grow into huge raging debates. And that's when you notice a harmless looking message with innate potential to be the hit of the day. You dash off a smart retort, and so do many others, eager to outdo each other.
It's an uncontrollable urge, akin to gambling. You initially bet small - you win - you are ecstatic. Your bets become more frequent and the stakes keep piling up. And finally you bet too much and the inevitable happens...
The phone rings... Trrng...Trrrng. Each ring impinges your heart with fear, and with a sinking feeling you pick up the handset, almost expecting what’s next.
"Hello Mr. Andersen.... It's about time we met."
That's all you hear and before you completely lose control... you vaguely remember being transported to a glass chamber, facing the music... And then there is complete silence...
Absolute deathly silence... followed by an apology.
(A fictitious story - any resemblance to any character/situation in real-life is purely co-incidental and un-intentional)
Absolute rocker :)……………………reminds me of an incident which took place yesterday…………….but ah!........the disclaimer just warned me not to cerebrate needlessly…….real nice work :)