I was working with this company for a while,making dogshit money,, and they covered a fairly large region from Charlotte to Raleigh (about 2.5 hours drive)
It was my “call” week so I was required to respond to an emergency call in Durham, about 2 in the morning, dealing with a new hire supervisor for the Raleigh region named “Frank”
Frank was a capitalism hypochondriac, this dude called me every 30 minutes to see how shit was going.
“hey frank, I could handle my task quicker if you’d stop calling me”
The next day , it was the weekly meeting in Charlotte, the company owner asked me…”hey Justin, how did it go with Frank?”
I followed the rule of comedy, the rule of “3”.
“I like Frank…….. I like talking to Frank,,,,,,,, you need to tell Frank to Get Up Off of My Nuts”
one, two ,three,,
the room died,, I saw it on their faces, I heard honest laughter, by accident. They all knew Frank… They all needed Frank to get up off of their collective nuts and labia.
I’ve gotten a few laughs in life, but usually one on one, because I’m a loner.. But I did kill a room of 15 for a brief moment. It was a cool feeling..
Total accident.
Chill the fuck out Frank, we’re fine.,…
I expressed what everyone felt ,,just by being honest.
chill the fuck out Frank.
dawn 