I met a prospective new client today. Half way through the meeting, as he stood up to fetch me a coffee, one of his colleagues muttered something to him, they both grinned, and then this happened.
"Chris, rub that plant"
"Eh?"
"It’s not a trick or anything, just rub it, it’s a lucky plant"
I am confused as hell, but I eventually oblige, expecting it to be a comedy vibrating plant, or to light up or start singing or something.
Instead, as I touch the leaves I notice a pound coin begin its trajectory upwards.
"Heads or tails?"
"Err… heads"
It lands on the floor – tails. Apparantly I broke the plant.
He pulls a wad of money from his pocket and starts counting.
So I was only wearing three items of casino clothing today (Caesars jacket, Plaza shirt, Luxor socks – obviously I like to dress well for such meetings) but even if he’d noticed the subtle signs, I guess it’s wrong to offer me a piece of that action when he hardly knows me.
"So what happened?", I ask.
"You lost me a hundred and fifty"
I think the meeting went well otherwise.
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