“The tent rental business was supposed to be a slam dunk, but the kids I’ve hired can’t follow directions, so the tents keep falling over during events! All types of things are getting damaged. One man even refused to marry the bride after he saw what a center pole did to her face! And I don’t blame him! She, nor we, will ever recover from that event! We’ve had to change our name more times than I can remember. But what am I supposed to do? I can’t hire a new crew. I promised these kids’ parents I would keep them off the mean streets of Detroit! How am I supposed to keep them out of the drug selling and pimping business if I fire them?!”
Businessman throws his arms up in despair and pulls out fifth of Vodka.
“And I can’t be seen doing the work. I need my employees to respect me! I spend half my day researching new towns to incorporate in and the other half hiding from the law. There are a lot of bounties on my head!”
Man points to head and begins peering out the window.
“I can’t help but think of John Wayne at a time like this. What would he do? He conquered the west with a six shooter. Running a tent rental crew would be easy pickings for a man like that.”
Businessman nods in agreement with his words and stands just a little bit taller.
