Suddenly, the really important sales conference was interrupted by a violent downpour, a rather unexpected occurrence considering our indoor location.
“Oh my God, it’s raining inside of the building!” somebody screamed.
“How is this happening!?” another voice called out.
Adjusting my blue mask, I walked gracefully into their view, my cape flowing elegantly behind me.
“And it will keep raining until my demands are met!” I shouted into the crowd.
The man who had previously occupied the podium was now cowering at the edge of the stage. “Who are you?” he begged desperately.
“You can call me…Rainman!”
After a brief, but awkward silence, one of the women in the third row spoke up.
“You mean like the retarded guy?” she asked.
“I think he was more like an autistic savant,” another woman said, correcting her.
“That was a good movie!” shouted someone else.
“I really should rehearse these fucking things,” I thought.
