I barely remembered Dave Camp when he called for the 3rd time or 4th time but I admired his persistence, at first. We were getting screwed so bad on our coverage I agreed to let him take me out for lunch to discuss our company's health insurance. When he showed up in an El Camino with big rims and the radio blasting I remembered who he was. I met Dave Camp on a golf outing last summer. He was the benefits guy that pooped his pants in the pro shop. I should have canceled the meeting right there.
He parked behind the building out of site so he could use the bushes to urinate before he came into our office. He came to the front desk and looked like he slept in his suit. I tried not to look but it appeared as if he had urinated on himself while out in the bushes. He asked if he could use our restroom to freshen up a bit and he was shown the restroom.
After spending 10 minutes in the bathroom he reemerged and smelled like he smoked a cigarette in our bathroom. I told him I wasn't going to be able to keep the meeting. He said he understood but wanted to give me some Kistler Tiffany sales literature. When he reached down to get his briefcase he farted for about 3 seconds. He started laughing and tried to wave the fart away with his business card in his hand but it stunk so bad my eyes started to burn. I told him to get the hell out of our office and never come back. He proceeded to jump into the El Camino and leave a burnout in our parking lot as he gave us the finger driving away.
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