Going to IBM's 100 Percent Club (the event for sales people who made quota) was a pretty big deal. Salesmen all measured each other by how many “Clubs” they had been to, as this indicated that you were successful over time. Being in San Diego, we had several folk who had 15, 20 or even 25 clubs under their belts!
After our second year on quota, both Jamie and I made the club. Being the rookie reps from the office, and with neither of us succeeding in making the club the first year, we were pretty pleased. So, we decided to take a red-eye to Miami from San Diego, since then we could have first class seats at the same price as coach.
We boarded the plane at about 11:30 PM San Diego time, and stopped in Phoenix. We didn’t have to change planes there, which was good, since we were already making a dent in the liquor in the first class compartment. By the time we landed in Atlanta we were so schnockered that we almost missed the connection to Miami. I don’t remember how we got to the Fountainbleu hotel, but when we arrived we actually were barking in the lobby, awaiting registration.
I think Rocky was either with us, or somehow met up with us soon after we deposited our bags in the room. We knew we’d be in for a treat since Rocky was an old hand at 100 Percent Clubs, and knew Miami like the bottom of his beer glass. We followed him, and a bunch of his cronies, to a bar not far from the hotel.
Rocky was greeted by the bartender, who immediately set up tall draft beers all around.
The bartender came from behind the bar, and wrestled a stool down from a bracket on the ceiling.
This was slightly weird as there were plenty of stools and chairs around.
This particular stool had a seatbelt attached to it. He plonked it down at the end of the bar, Rocky took his seat, and buckled himself in.
Another round of drinks, all around.
Jamie and I picked Rocky up three days later...he was still buckled in when we brought the cab around for him...
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