Image by otzberg via FlickrDay Fifty Five,
Balfour was quite bent out of shape by Buzzwordy's nonchalant behavior. He felt like his intelligence was brutally attacked by this geeky foreigner.
"So what is your explanation?" asked Balfour.
"The answer is very simple Balfour! The giant didn't even know what was inside of each bag and all three robbers were too dumb or lazy to open up their bags. In other words, it was purely a guessing game and all the robbers fell for it." explained Buzzwordy.
"Furthermore, the third robber didn't have to react so immaturely because he could have gotten gold or silver in the bag. Have I made myself clear Balfour?" said Buzzwordy while clearing his throat.
"Your explanation makes no sense to me. The bag with the key inside has the lightest weight and the third robber felt it the moment he was told by the giant that there wasn't any copper inside. Right?" shouted Balfour.
"Ah Balfour, here is where you miss the crux of the entire story. First of all, you were never told how heavy the key was. It could weigh the same as gold or silver. Second of all, no one knew what was concealed inside of each bag. As I said before, it is just a guessing game!" smiled the marketing whiz kid.
Once again, the air between Balfour and Buzzwordy has gotten thick and the two deliberately ignored each other. Buzzwordy felt like he has completely crushed Balfour and rendered his intelligence useless. All these unnecessary insults from Balfour were thrown out of the window once and for all. Why? This was how Buzzwordy felt, that's why?
"Here we are, the Dan Tel Aviv hotel!" announced Balfour, the upset driver.
Buzzwordy gave him a thumb up, grabbed his bags, and got into the I-Am-Ready to dash position.
"Oh by the way, what time are you picking me up tomorrow morning?" asked Buzzwordy as he tilted his head backwards.
"7AM out here!" shouted the burly driver.
"Perfect, may the evening finds you well!" replied the marketing whiz kid sarcastically.
Buzzwordy walked in broad strides as he headed towards the hotel registration desk. His chin was lifted high above its normal position, and he leisurely whistled his favorite tune which no one could identify.
"Good evening sir, may I have your name?" greeted a pleasant hotel receptionist with a high pitch voice.
"Buzzwordy. Yes, it will be B for boy and U for UFO, ..." answered the marketing whiz kid.
"Yes Mr. Buzzwordy. I have you down as our guest for the next 3 days, right? Wait, you have a message from a gentleman named Xavia! He said that he is your boss." said the receptionist.
Buzzwordy thanked the receptionist, grabbed an envelope from her, and opened it to find a hand written note inside.
"Buzzwordy, something happened to Bif. Call me now!" read Buzzwordy.
The marketing whiz kid took a deep breath, rubbed his eyebrow a bit, and reached for his smartphone.
"Hello.. hello... Xavia, this is Buzzwordy calling from Tel Aviv. Am I speaking to a real voice? I guess I am! Just got your note about Bif. What happened?" inquired Buzzwordy.
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Buzzwordy found Xavia struggling to speak - he knew that something bad had happened to Bif.
"Xavia, what's going on with Bif?" asked Buzzwordy the second time.
"Listen up Buzzwordy, Bif had a stroke this morning and he is in a coma right now. My advice to you is to have your meeting in Tel Aviv and come back home once you are done with the negotiation. Got it?" suggested Xavia.
"What is going to happen to us Xavia? I mean what is going to happen to our company?" interrogated Buzzwordy.
"Who knows? Just follow my order!" commented Xavia before hanging up the phone.
Buzzwordy shook his head a bit. He was neither happy nor sad after learning what happened to Bif. All he knew was that things could be really different back in the office upon his return. he kept asking himself who would be Bif's replacement.
"Umm what a blunderbuzz!" smirked Buzzwordy.
I will be back on Day Fifty Six.
Buzzwordy
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