(Incorporate a topless guy in the mix)
The NGO that I worked for had seen all kinds of people walked through its door. From aspiring students, hardcore activists, (alot of) sales people, to corporate big wigs and minister.
I was going through a document about socially-responsible business on my last day with them. It was nearly lunch time when the girls in my office started cheering and there was a loud music.I looked over my shoulder to see a topless guy walked into the office. "What is this one selling?" I thought and went back to reading my document. The cheers gotten louder and topless guy came to my side, grab my chair and swirled me to face him. He said his name was John and he came to bid me farewell. He went on to recite a poem..something with mountains and seas...by that time I just stared at his finely sculpted torso and didn't pay attention to any words he was saying. At the end, he gave me a bouquet of flowers (arranged by my colleagues), a kiss and I got to touch his smooth bare back.
It's been a roller coaster of emotions counting down the days with the organisation - sending good bye notes, having farewell luncheons and final lunch stroll around the chic neighbourhood of Chinatown. Everyone thanked me for job well done and John made my last day a little less sad.
John is from San Fransisco. Apparently there are more 'telegram singers'(or whateveryouwannacallit) around if you need their services. Just get in touch with my former colleagues. Thank you, ladies. You definitely said good bye in style.
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| The flowers from John.For practical reason, I didn't post any photo/video of him. Use your imagination. |
