The question caught his attention and sent his mind reeling back to earlier that day. He placed his hand on the rough stubble of his chin and pondered out loud.
"Well... I remember it like this..."
A familiar bald man sat in a cubicle housed in an office complex somewhere downtown. As he turned to answer a repeatedly ringing phone, he found himself face to face with a large, mustachioed man in a cheap suit reminiscent of a used car dealer's. The large man leaned in close and started to yammer in a voice like crumbling dry wall.
"You know something, Thompson, you annoy me... I don't know why..." The gruff fool intoned. "My wife's birthday is tomorrow... here's twenty bucks, get her something nice. Oh and make sure the Baxter report is on my desk by tomorrow... I know it isn't due till next week, but I'm shooting for a raise!"
The bald man's left eye began to twitch and his face went several shades of red and purple. He looked like a water balloon filling up rapidly and getting ready to pop.
"That reminds me... " The oaf continued. "You wouldn't happen to know a good escort service around here, would ya?"
The sound of a fist smacking against a fat jaw drew the attention of everyone nearby. Tiny heads, like a bunch of gophers, poked out of every cubicle. A bespectacled man wearing a sweater stopped dead and looked to the bald man-balloon. The loud mouthed pig lie on the ground, out cold.
"What did you just do?" He stated, a look of shock on his mug.
"I didn't even know I did it..." Baldy replied, looking befuddled. "I better go!"
The boss puncher grabbed his coat and ran towards the elevators, the sound of muffled clapping following behind him.
"Well, that's what happened..." The bald man stated. "So, here I am!"