My former boss is an immaculately-tailored German with the attention span of a 3 year old on crack. He talks like Arnold Schwarzenegger which, strangely, is one of his few upsides.
I used to try ‘n’ make him say Arnie quotes in meetings without realising it (such as ’it’s not a tumour’ or ‘hasta la vista’) but remained unsuccessful right up to my defection in the summer of discontent. He would often say he’d be right back, but.
Did I also mention he pronounces his Rs like Elmer Fudd?
That amuses me because my boss, though not German, is a bodybuilder. And he has a remarkably short attention span.
Wucca wucca wucca.
ol’ arnold showed up in my post today…in allusions to his cheating, bastard creating ways. man, he gets around…in so many ways.