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Dirty Dancing

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"Let's get CEO on the dance floor, " I suggested to some coworkers. I was drunk at the Christmas party, and on top of that, I'd had quite a bit of caffeine. "I bet he'd be tons of fun!"

My coworker Scott looked at me incredulously. CEO is a hard-working white man in his fifties, he wore a stiff grey suit, and unlike the other party-goers, he did not partake in any alcohol consumption. "Good luck!" He found me quite funny, I believe. "I'll pay you $10 if you get CEO to dance."

Scott meant this hypothetically, but Caffeinated Laura took it as a challenge.

(Ensuing conversation with CEO)
Me: Hello, would you like to dance with me?
CEO: (surprised) No, but thank you for the invitation.
Me: Hey, I'll give you $5.
CEO: [pause]
Me: Er, $10?
CEO: Uhh. [more pause] No.

In my defense, I did get the founder of the company to dance, using his wife as a tool in the mission. ("Hey Founder, the boss says you have to dance with me!")

And despite all of it, nothing can challenge my triumph at Paisley's xmas party from last year. At least, no one told me that I'm an mortifying embarrassment. No yet anyway.   ¶ 7:20 PM