A Little Work; A Little Rain....

So the four of us went to one of the oldest and poshest Swiss private banks for a meeting. In the parking garage, a man in what looks like a morning suit, signs us in and presses the  elevator button; presumably because so many of their clients can't do it for themselves... (They are big on this: they do it again upstairs to get rid of you after the meeting).

First guy we meet seemed humorless but smart, and he and T batted back and forth while I tried not to look impatient; an endeavor in which I was not entirely successful (according to Thomas). Whatever. I find these pitches like men- if they like you they like you; if they don't; do I care?  There are a lot of fish in the sea.
Anyway he didn't seem that excited by us; but 

says there is another guy who wants to meet us. We are surprised; and the humorless guy admits, so is he. When the next guy comes in, he is warm and says a client of his has strongly suggested he look into our fund (this client is actually one of Thomas' best friends lol..Peter V!!). Then he pulls out this old interview from an obscure hedge fund publication that Thomas and I had done in perhaps the teensiest bit of an irreverent way. He says he loves it: So refreshing! So honest! 

He says he has clients that would be perfect for us; then gives us a very jaunty and very Un Swiss wave, and leaves us alone in the conference room. We are happy, and best of all we are free for the afternoon! In our giddiness, three out of four of us steal pens: very high quality pens that have been put on the conference table for our use during the meeting. I grabbed mine during the dark moments of the first meeting; with the logic that since this pitch was going nowhere, I at least wanted a free pen..(oh don't judge! they are exquisite!)
Realistically however, we can't all take a pen; I mean one can go missing, but four? (Thomas had come back from the bathroom and started to reach for one too: so make that four out of four).
Can you imagine the receptionist coming in after we had had been escorted to the elevator, and seeing that we had stolen 90% of the pens? what's next? the television? the chairs?
 Who knows what we are capable of.

Don't worry.....!!! We put the pens back. Good grief; I can hear you people gasping from here. 

After our celebratory lunch, I did the only thing a person can do on a rainy Geneva work day:
cancel jog; crawl into bed; dream of stolen pens that might have been.