[Seattle] Cypress Creek
I wrote this my second night in Seattle last summer. I never ended up posting it (I didn't have internet access for the first few days, and then I forgot), but here it is now. It's roughly how I felt the first few days living in Microsoft corporate housing.
This is a true story. It occurred a few minutes after moving in.
There was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it.
"Hi, Rodney!" greeted a middle-aged man in glasses. "I’m here to welcome you to Redmond on behalf of the president of the Microsoft Corporation - me! Try the truffles. They’re chocolaty and full of truffle. They’ll make you smart like Richard Treffler! Truffle - Treffler - truffle - Treffler. See? Same thing. Same thing…aw forget it. Hi, how are you? I’m Bill Gates."
"Wow, my boss," I replied in awe.
"Don’t call me that," he interrupted. "I don’t like things that elevate me above other people. Hey, look at my waist. You like that bath towel? There’s one in your bathroom. Don’t like it, then neither do I. Get out of here!" He then threw his towel away onto the lawn, revealing his boxer shorts (thank goodness). "Get away from me, you bath towel!! You ever seen a man say goodbye to a towel before?"
"Yes, once," I chuckled.
"Bill," I started.
"Please don’t call me that. My name’s William, but don’t call me that either. Call me Mr. Gates. Now if you excuse me, I’m in the middle of a fun-run!" he yelled, starting to run away from my unit. "I’ll see you at work tomorrow, although I don’t really like to call it work."
This is a true story. It occurred a few minutes after moving in.
There was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it.
"Hi, Rodney!" greeted a middle-aged man in glasses. "I’m here to welcome you to Redmond on behalf of the president of the Microsoft Corporation - me! Try the truffles. They’re chocolaty and full of truffle. They’ll make you smart like Richard Treffler! Truffle - Treffler - truffle - Treffler. See? Same thing. Same thing…aw forget it. Hi, how are you? I’m Bill Gates."
"Wow, my boss," I replied in awe.
"Don’t call me that," he interrupted. "I don’t like things that elevate me above other people. Hey, look at my waist. You like that bath towel? There’s one in your bathroom. Don’t like it, then neither do I. Get out of here!" He then threw his towel away onto the lawn, revealing his boxer shorts (thank goodness). "Get away from me, you bath towel!! You ever seen a man say goodbye to a towel before?"
"Yes, once," I chuckled.
"Bill," I started.
"Please don’t call me that. My name’s William, but don’t call me that either. Call me Mr. Gates. Now if you excuse me, I’m in the middle of a fun-run!" he yelled, starting to run away from my unit. "I’ll see you at work tomorrow, although I don’t really like to call it work."