Table Soccer

We’ve often talked about purchasing a foosball table for the office …

It has always sounded fun.

We already have Nerf basketball, darts and a miniature golf course …

But something new would be a nice addition.

Recently, Shaft found a “deal” on an “overpriced” foosball table …

And he wanted to purchase it for the office.

Now … as far as any decision goes in the office … Shaft and I each have veto power.

‘Cause let’s face it, ultimately, we get to have the final say in any decision.

But we also respect that in many situations, democracy works just fine …

So something like acquiring a new toy for the office … that’s up for an office vote.

There are five people with voting privileges … Me, Shaft, OBP, Puddy and Tenant.

Shaft, Puddy and Tenant wanted the foosball table and were “yes” votes. I wasn’t sure where OBP was coming in on the decision, I suspected she was going to go along with it, but regardless, it was going to pass.

Me on the other hand? I was not convinced it was the right decisiooooon. However, I wasn’t about to rain on the boys’ parade. So proving that I’ve learned well from the United Nations … and that making no decision apparently does not equate to inaction … I chose to abstain from voting.

I stated that I would respect the vote, that I would contribute my share of the cost, but that I just wasn’t going to endorse the purchase with my vote.

Shaft was not pleased with that decision. Apparently, he wanted a unanimous vote in favor of the purchase.

So he threw a temper tantrum …

“Ahhhhh, come on … what’s the problem? Let’s just do it !!”

“I know it’s already passed the vote. I said I’d contribute my share, I’m just not saying ‘yes’ to it myself.”

“Come on …. grrrrrrrr … you’re pissing me off !!!!”

“Dude, just buy it.”

“So you’re saying ‘yes’?”

“No, I’m not. I’m not voting. I’m not saying no, I’m not vetoing, but I’m definitely not saying ‘yes’. I don’t think we should get it, but you guys want it, so get it.”

“Grrrrrrrrr … Whatever !!”

Stomp … stomp … stomp … stomp …

Goes 1/8th a ton of junk food storming down the hall leading from my office.

And then …

BAM !!!

BAM !!!!!!

“Uhhhh, hey, you need to come a take a look at this.”

“What?“, I replied, already suspecting what happened.

“It’s your fault, you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

Yuhp, it was what I suspected … someone got all testosteronie … and decided to display their manhood by doing something cool like punching a wall …

Wow … I’m impressed.

Mooooooaaaaaaan, gawaaawwwwd.

I feel … flushed.

Oooooohhhhhhhh … you’re such a man !!!!

Yeah right.

Anyways … the butt hasn’t even apologized for punching a hole in my wall … nor has he gotten it fixed.

But I’m cutting him some slack in all this, for the following reasons …

1. I really don’t care;

2. He always gets super “tough man-ish” whenever he comes back from a trial or evidentiary hearing, which he had just done, so I’m used to it; and,

3. We didn’t buy the foosball table. 🙂

Game. Set. Match.

Amy.