TheIronSheik
SUPER ELITE UPPER TIER
About 8 hours before the NCAA championship game between Virginia and Texas Tech, I get an email at work. It's from the guy who's running the office pool. He does it all by hand, so there's no way to see updates. Old school. The email is to everyone involved and states that if Virginia wins it, Sheik wins the pool. This was great news, because I was out of all of my other pools. Even before Selection Sunday, I had told myself Virginia was going to win it all. Yet for some reason, I talked myself out of them in every pool and replaced them with either Duke or NC. I let the "experts" sway me.
But it turned out in the first bracket I completed, I was still sold on Virginia. So when Virginia won, I came in the next day with a little strut to my step. I got a couple "congratulations" and high fives. But the guy running the pool wasn't in the office. Not anything out of the ordinary. He travels a lot so I just figured he was on a trip. The next week, he's still not there. When the following week comes, I discretely asked where he was to a co-worker. She said he had been in a terrible accident two weeks ago. Hit by a drunk driver almost head on. Luckily, although his car was totaled beyond recognition, he somehow escaped without any serious injuries. Just some bumps and bruises. Thank God.
So last week he shows back up in the office and he's walking around and everyone is talking to him about his ordeal. And he's eating it up. Again, no injuries. But he just got back so I'm not going to bother him. Of course, now we're almost 10 days from his return to work and still not a mention of my winning. If this was some random dude, I'd probably be a little more unforgiving, but he's a higher up. Not my higher up, but a higher up.
This past Monday I saw him in the hallway and was going to say something to him about his accident and he said, "I know. You want your money. You'll get it. I literally almost died a couple weeks ago. Just let me get back to normal," before walking off. Again, I was going to ask him about how he was doing. Not about my money. As of yet, I have yet to ask him about my money or bring up me winning. How much longer do I have to wait to say something?
Again, dude's fine. I kind of feel like I'm in one of my Larry David moments here. Everyone else is walking on eggshells around him and treating him like a war hero returning from the front. And I'm standing there in my black and white bowling style shirt asking where the hell my $100 is.
But it turned out in the first bracket I completed, I was still sold on Virginia. So when Virginia won, I came in the next day with a little strut to my step. I got a couple "congratulations" and high fives. But the guy running the pool wasn't in the office. Not anything out of the ordinary. He travels a lot so I just figured he was on a trip. The next week, he's still not there. When the following week comes, I discretely asked where he was to a co-worker. She said he had been in a terrible accident two weeks ago. Hit by a drunk driver almost head on. Luckily, although his car was totaled beyond recognition, he somehow escaped without any serious injuries. Just some bumps and bruises. Thank God.
So last week he shows back up in the office and he's walking around and everyone is talking to him about his ordeal. And he's eating it up. Again, no injuries. But he just got back so I'm not going to bother him. Of course, now we're almost 10 days from his return to work and still not a mention of my winning. If this was some random dude, I'd probably be a little more unforgiving, but he's a higher up. Not my higher up, but a higher up.
This past Monday I saw him in the hallway and was going to say something to him about his accident and he said, "I know. You want your money. You'll get it. I literally almost died a couple weeks ago. Just let me get back to normal," before walking off. Again, I was going to ask him about how he was doing. Not about my money. As of yet, I have yet to ask him about my money or bring up me winning. How much longer do I have to wait to say something?
Again, dude's fine. I kind of feel like I'm in one of my Larry David moments here. Everyone else is walking on eggshells around him and treating him like a war hero returning from the front. And I'm standing there in my black and white bowling style shirt asking where the hell my $100 is.