nineteenth whole was the only one that really mattered.
“ Oh really ,” said Mr Draper somewhat derogatorily.
“ Yeah ,” he confirmed hesitantly , suddenly aware that he may in actuality be missing something.
“ Mr Martin ,” Mr Draper began, reaching below his desk and retriev ing a large A3 picture that he immediately recognised , “ would you kindly enlighten me as to what this is ? ”
It was one of hi s bill poster proposals, one which contained a doctored photo of Nicole Kidman rather lewdly enjoying a frankfurter. Pete had been feeling somewhat dejected recently, and one night strolling the web, had come across the image of Nicole and decided there and then , in a rare moment of devil-may-car abandonment , to simply download the picture, blow it up some six hundred percent, and then pass it off as the next instalment of the Kiron Corporation cutting-edge advertising program. He had been wondering lately, albeit only slightly, if the action would ever result in any conseq uences, and now that it had, h e felt strangely relieved.
“ Ah yes ,” he said , pausing to consider his blag , “ good isn't it ,” he stated confidently, using a basic hypnotic suggestion technique.
“ No ,” replied Mr Draper, apparently immune , “ what pray tell is good about it ?”
“ Well, we all like Nicole Kidman don't we ? ! ” he asked .
“ Yes, so what ?”
“ And we all like frankfurters right ? ! ”
“ Okay, but what's that got to do with anything ?”
“ Well, pictur e yourself driving along the M25 doing about seventy miles per hour, a bill poster is just coming into view some five hundred yards away. Firstly, you make out the enticing shape of Nicole Kidman, you like Nicole Kidman and your foot unwittingly eases off the gas. Then you discern a frankfurter, you like those too, and slow to about forty. Finally, you realise what she is doing to it, and all of a sudden, perform a quite un - meditated emergency stop. Traffic begins to back up for miles, and why, all because of a simple bill poster that we, Kiron Corp , have provided .”
“ You're mad ,” stated Mr Draper matter-of-factly.
“ Yes but the margin between insanity and genius is measured only by success ,” he countered.
“ And you're fired ,” he check-mated.
It now became painfully apparent that of the two men in the room, one would go on to explain ( with quite damning revelation ) as to why the only reason that the other had been employed in the first place, was because of a computer glitch that had confused him as a member of a witness protection scheme, and that now the company had been made aware of the mistake, they would be letting him go and billing him for the two year s wages he had received quite un reasonably up until then. While Pete sat in silence.
“ So you see, to keep you on would be idiocy, bordering upon lunacy, so it is my duty to say goodbye and get out ,” finished Mr Draper, indicating that he should leave by pointing at the door.
All of this was making him feel nauseous. Rising unsteadily to leave, he turned towards the man who had just dismantled his very working week existence, and raising a condemning finger, shouted:
“ Least I've got hair !”
That said, Pete turned and left.
Mr Draper remained in his office somewhat perplexed, and running a hand through his full head of wavy brown hair, he remarked to nobody in particular:
“ What a strange little man .”
***
“ I'll shhhow 'em !” Pete yelled, as he climbed up on to the wall that surrounded the top floor of the car park.
***
Okay, h e had been fired and this had been a blow, but still, he had a girlfriend who he dearly loved, a nice flat that he rented with her, and a pristine Nissan Micra with only a couple more payments to make on it. He had lost his job sure, but he could always get another one. Pete would get over it.
“ Sarah !” h e called as he opened the front door to his flat.
“ Sarah,
“ Oh really ,” said Mr Draper somewhat derogatorily.
“ Yeah ,” he confirmed hesitantly , suddenly aware that he may in actuality be missing something.
“ Mr Martin ,” Mr Draper began, reaching below his desk and retriev ing a large A3 picture that he immediately recognised , “ would you kindly enlighten me as to what this is ? ”
It was one of hi s bill poster proposals, one which contained a doctored photo of Nicole Kidman rather lewdly enjoying a frankfurter. Pete had been feeling somewhat dejected recently, and one night strolling the web, had come across the image of Nicole and decided there and then , in a rare moment of devil-may-car abandonment , to simply download the picture, blow it up some six hundred percent, and then pass it off as the next instalment of the Kiron Corporation cutting-edge advertising program. He had been wondering lately, albeit only slightly, if the action would ever result in any conseq uences, and now that it had, h e felt strangely relieved.
“ Ah yes ,” he said , pausing to consider his blag , “ good isn't it ,” he stated confidently, using a basic hypnotic suggestion technique.
“ No ,” replied Mr Draper, apparently immune , “ what pray tell is good about it ?”
“ Well, we all like Nicole Kidman don't we ? ! ” he asked .
“ Yes, so what ?”
“ And we all like frankfurters right ? ! ”
“ Okay, but what's that got to do with anything ?”
“ Well, pictur e yourself driving along the M25 doing about seventy miles per hour, a bill poster is just coming into view some five hundred yards away. Firstly, you make out the enticing shape of Nicole Kidman, you like Nicole Kidman and your foot unwittingly eases off the gas. Then you discern a frankfurter, you like those too, and slow to about forty. Finally, you realise what she is doing to it, and all of a sudden, perform a quite un - meditated emergency stop. Traffic begins to back up for miles, and why, all because of a simple bill poster that we, Kiron Corp , have provided .”
“ You're mad ,” stated Mr Draper matter-of-factly.
“ Yes but the margin between insanity and genius is measured only by success ,” he countered.
“ And you're fired ,” he check-mated.
It now became painfully apparent that of the two men in the room, one would go on to explain ( with quite damning revelation ) as to why the only reason that the other had been employed in the first place, was because of a computer glitch that had confused him as a member of a witness protection scheme, and that now the company had been made aware of the mistake, they would be letting him go and billing him for the two year s wages he had received quite un reasonably up until then. While Pete sat in silence.
“ So you see, to keep you on would be idiocy, bordering upon lunacy, so it is my duty to say goodbye and get out ,” finished Mr Draper, indicating that he should leave by pointing at the door.
All of this was making him feel nauseous. Rising unsteadily to leave, he turned towards the man who had just dismantled his very working week existence, and raising a condemning finger, shouted:
“ Least I've got hair !”
That said, Pete turned and left.
Mr Draper remained in his office somewhat perplexed, and running a hand through his full head of wavy brown hair, he remarked to nobody in particular:
“ What a strange little man .”
***
“ I'll shhhow 'em !” Pete yelled, as he climbed up on to the wall that surrounded the top floor of the car park.
***
Okay, h e had been fired and this had been a blow, but still, he had a girlfriend who he dearly loved, a nice flat that he rented with her, and a pristine Nissan Micra with only a couple more payments to make on it. He had lost his job sure, but he could always get another one. Pete would get over it.
“ Sarah !” h e called as he opened the front door to his flat.
“ Sarah,
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