Giving away something today!

Day Twelve,

Buzzwordy woke up early the next day and felt great about the 8AM telecom press conference which he was invited to present his company's vision and solution.  He's been preparing his speech since boarding the plane at the San Francisco International Airport and just couldn't wait to share it with everyone in the audience. 

"Good morning sir!  Table for one?" greeted by a hostess from the same hotel restaurant where he dined last evening.

"Yes and I will go for your continental breakfast.  Decaf with cream and sugar please!" answered Buzzwordy.

The time was about 7:15AM and the restaurant was literally packed.  Buzzwordy saw many business-like people working on their laptops, texting short messages on their cell phones, and reading the local newspapers.  He was led to a small table next to the kitchen and before he could settle into a chair, a stubby waiter with a pair of enormous forearms greeted him with his decaf.  Buzzwordy couldn't stop staring at his forearms because they were ridiculously big, making this guy look like the Malaysian version of Popeye.

"Thank you.  I'll help myself with the food." nodded Buzzwordy as he turned his body and pointed to the breakfast table.

"Please sir!  May I ask why are you here?  Are you attending the big telecom show today?" smiled the Popeye-like waiter. 

"Yes I am and as a matter of fact, I'm really looking forward to it since I will have a chance to meet with your Minister of Information Technology as well as presenting my company's vision and solution to the audience.  I think it will be a great day today." grinned Buzzwordy.

"Are you giving your company's technology away today?" asked the curious Popeye-like waiter.

"No, not at all, I'll only present and not give anything.  Am I supposed to give the Minister something?" asked the puzzled Buzzwordy.

The Popeye-like waiter shifted his attention to another table and left Buzzwordy in a haste.  He never responded.

This little incident got Buzzwordy thinking about how the press conference was going to unfold.  He couldn't figure out why the Popeye-like waiter asked him such a direct question.  The whole thing was just too odd for Buzzwordy to fathom.

As he walked closer to the CHARITY salon on the second floor of the hotel, he began to notice a large presence of local reporters gathering right outside of the salon. 

Why did they pick the CHARITY salon for this event?  Was there a hidden meaning?  Buzzwordy felt his palms getting sweaty and this was certainly not the time to have a nervous wreck.

The little voice inside of Buzzwordy told him to calm down but it was not working.  Buzzwordy found himself shaking nervously as he approached the entrance of the CHARITY salon.

Lets measure Buzzwordy's pulse on Day Thirteen.


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