6:36 p.m. | 2002-10-31 The Beauty Of A Freudian Slip. Today, Boss, Colleague, Another Colleague (she�s from another �division�) and I went to lunch at a new place. It�s centrally located in a very well traversed area near our building. Due to its convenience, decent food and pleasant ambience, it�s become a new place for very important people (VIPs), and regular folks like us, to partake of lunch. When we arrived, early, there were only four other people there � all VIPs. I only mention the VIPs because, when they�re around, we have to be on our best behavior. Now, you know how hard that is for us. It�s like expecting 4-year-olds to sit still and be quiet at a church service. Anyway, we were doing pretty good for a while. A few hearty chuckles, etc. Soon there were more and more patrons � a mixture of more VIPs and regular people. Then it all came tumbling down. Quickly. We were talking about some current rumors and here�s what happened next. (AC:) I�m getting ready to start a few good rumors myself. (Looking directly at Colleague.) (C:) Why are you looking at me? (Sounding apprehensive.) (AC:) Because the first rumor is going to be about you. (C:) What�s it going to be? (AC:) That you�re going to be the next head honcho of this place (workplace, not restaurant). (C:) Why me? (AC:) Because you�re so oral� (immediately turning fire engine red) I mean MORAL. Because you�re so MORAL. (CI:) Wow Colleague! Talk about a whole new �vision� for the place. What, pray tell, is going to be our new Mission Statement?! We just flat out lost it. Boss ordered us out of the restaurant IMMEDIATELY. We promptly fled struggling to stifle our laughter until we got outside. Then we immediately lost it again. And, of course, there were VIPs outside too. We won�t be going back there anytime soon. your thoughts? seed flower