My assistant C. and her hot cop boyfriend F. are getting engaged (she knows, so it ain't a secret-she has always been adamant that she needs diamond approval). To that end, F. tried to withdraw an, err, large amount of cash from his bank account to purchase said diamond, and was told he needed to sign an indemnity and release (and needed independent legal advice before signing), in order to walk out of the bank with that much dough in his pocket. He was a little bemused by this...he does, after all, wear a gun, but I guess the bank was concerned for his safety so...yesterday he came to me and we signed up all those documents. I'm upset that I probably won't be here to see diamond in person. C. has promised Facebook photos will be forthcoming.
We also decided it would be a good idea to play a joke on my current roomie/colleague Kate, who actually has a bit of a thing for men in uniforms. Kate is in the process of selling what we call her "chi chi car": a pink Cabrio convertible with a "Margaritaville" licence plate. Earlier that morning we had dropped Chi Chi Car at Blenheim Auto to fix a few small problems before she puts it up for sale. Chi Chi Car holds alot of sentimental value for Kate and she's been putting on a brave face about selling it.
Knowing Chi Chi Car is an, er, sensitive spot, we decided this should be the premise of our little joke, and so I briefed F. on the details of the car. We then had Kathy, the receptionist, call Kate up to reception, saying, "There's an officer from the Vancouver Police Department here to see you." Kate's brother is in the RCMP and so she assumed it was him and that Kathy just assumed it was a VPD officer. So imagine her surprise when she was greeted by F., in uniform, radio blaring.
"Kate Saunders?" he said.
"Yes," she said, looking a little concerned. "What is this about?" (C. and I were hiding around the corner trying not to laugh at this point).
"Do you own a 1997 pink Cabrio convertible with a Margaritaville licence plate?"
"Yes," she stammered.
"We've been informed that the car was stolen from the parking lot of Blenheim Auto this morning," F. said with a straight face.
"WHAT?!" Kate exclaimed.
"Yeah, so...we're going to need to take some details from you for the report."
There was silence. Kate's face flooded with red.
"Um, OK." she said, drawing herself up. "What do we do now?"
At that point, F. said he could see the blood pressure rising and he was praying C. and I would jump out of hiding and let her in on the joke. I could also tell that the joke had reached its endpoint and so we ran over to them, cackling hysterically. Kate swore up a blue streak, but she also laughed. She DID say later that a) it would've been great if Chi Chi Car had been stolen, because ICBC would probably paid her more than she could sell it for, and b) she wondered how the hell the police knew she worked at our firm. Likely she would have been on to us within a few seconds, but hey, it was fun while it lasted.
I just realized that there may well be retribution, especially considering I'm leaving the firm in 2 days. LOVE YOU KATE! MERCY!
We also decided it would be a good idea to play a joke on my current roomie/colleague Kate, who actually has a bit of a thing for men in uniforms. Kate is in the process of selling what we call her "chi chi car": a pink Cabrio convertible with a "Margaritaville" licence plate. Earlier that morning we had dropped Chi Chi Car at Blenheim Auto to fix a few small problems before she puts it up for sale. Chi Chi Car holds alot of sentimental value for Kate and she's been putting on a brave face about selling it.
Knowing Chi Chi Car is an, er, sensitive spot, we decided this should be the premise of our little joke, and so I briefed F. on the details of the car. We then had Kathy, the receptionist, call Kate up to reception, saying, "There's an officer from the Vancouver Police Department here to see you." Kate's brother is in the RCMP and so she assumed it was him and that Kathy just assumed it was a VPD officer. So imagine her surprise when she was greeted by F., in uniform, radio blaring.
"Kate Saunders?" he said.
"Yes," she said, looking a little concerned. "What is this about?" (C. and I were hiding around the corner trying not to laugh at this point).
"Do you own a 1997 pink Cabrio convertible with a Margaritaville licence plate?"
"Yes," she stammered.
"We've been informed that the car was stolen from the parking lot of Blenheim Auto this morning," F. said with a straight face.
"WHAT?!" Kate exclaimed.
"Yeah, so...we're going to need to take some details from you for the report."
There was silence. Kate's face flooded with red.
"Um, OK." she said, drawing herself up. "What do we do now?"
At that point, F. said he could see the blood pressure rising and he was praying C. and I would jump out of hiding and let her in on the joke. I could also tell that the joke had reached its endpoint and so we ran over to them, cackling hysterically. Kate swore up a blue streak, but she also laughed. She DID say later that a) it would've been great if Chi Chi Car had been stolen, because ICBC would probably paid her more than she could sell it for, and b) she wondered how the hell the police knew she worked at our firm. Likely she would have been on to us within a few seconds, but hey, it was fun while it lasted.
I just realized that there may well be retribution, especially considering I'm leaving the firm in 2 days. LOVE YOU KATE! MERCY!