{"id":10216,"date":"2014-04-19T21:20:17","date_gmt":"2014-04-20T05:20:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=10216"},"modified":"2014-04-19T21:20:17","modified_gmt":"2014-04-20T05:20:17","slug":"the-bob-saget-incident","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/the-bob-saget-incident\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bob Saget Incident"},"content":{"rendered":"

“It was a dark and stormy night, maybe not stormy, but definitely nighttime. Bob Saget paced distractedly in the dim light of his study.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

It goes on for two pages, in the same silly mode. It made me laugh out loud. It reminded me of the Bob Saget Incident.<\/p>\n

Years ago, I worked for an enterprise that shared an office suite with Bob Saget. Bob rarely used his office. In fact it was empty, furnished only with some clumsy paintings on one wall. It was a huge office with a nice polished wood floor. When I didn’t have anything better to do, I would roll in there in my leather office chair and race it back and forth across the room. I think I tried to get people to join me in a game of Murderball but no one ever wanted to.<\/p>\n

One day, Bob appeared and introduced himself in a low-key, friendly manner. “Hi, I’m Bob,” he said. He asked me if I’d noticed the paintings and revealed that his daughter was the artist. I now realized that they were copies of the Mona Lisa and some other famous work, Van Gogh or something. I liked him for being so proud of his kid.<\/p>\n

I only saw Bab Saget that one time. But one day, the mail arrived and included a package addressed to Bob. The wrapping was distinctive; it was something from Mrs. Beasley’s. The package was small but heavy. I was intrigued. Intrigued isn’t actually the right word. I was covetous. There was obviously something delicious in there, and I was bored and hungry.<\/p>\n

I showed the package to a colleague who shared my excitement. I announced that I had made an Executive Decision, and opened the package.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, it was packed with pastries: Lemon bars, gingerbread, four different kinds of pastries, all sprinkled with powdered sugar. I took a bite of one and nearly passed out from pleasure.<\/p>\n

I took the box into my office, where my boss, who we will call ‘Ed,’ was horrified by my indecency. He was beside himself. What the hell was I thinking? What if Bob found out? I managed to calm him down and reassured him that no one could ever prove anything.<\/p>\n

Later, Ed returned to my office to remind me about the dinner party he was having that night. I told him I’d be there. “Bring those pastries,” he said imperiously.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"