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I work in the horse racing industry and had to assist someone on a presentation on horse racing equipment.
It was a presentation in front of 100+ people, who were dressed in shirt and tie.
I couldn’t afford anything to go wrong.
As I say, it was a big day.
It all started at 11am.
I made my way to the hall with my boss who told me the presentation was about to begin in 5 minutes.
I felt nervous.
I then went to the toilet.
When I got there, I checked the mirror to see if my Couvre induced hairline was still intact.
Everything was fine.
I made my way back to the hall to join my boss of whom I was assisting in the presentation about horse racing equipment.
It had begun.
All I had to do was be quiet and hold up and show the audience a series of items that corresponded with what my boss was talking about.
Nothing could go wrong.
We spoke about everything to do with horse racing.
We had just finished a description on racing stirrups when we had to move onto the final piece.
All of a sudden my boss turned to me and asked
“Ok, can you please show them the horse-shoeâ€
I paused for a moment.
I looked at my boss in a questionable way.
I looked puzzled.
It was still quiet.
So my boss asked again.
“Ok, can you please show them the…… â€
Before he finished the sentence, I grimaced like a troll, thrusted my head forward to the audience, pulled out a torch from my pocket and shined it onto my head revealing the most ugliest horse-shoe pattern ever seen.
Then in a 'slow-guy' voice and with saliva dripping from my mouth, I shouted “I'm quite proud of my Bosley Hair transplant!â€
All of a sudden, everyone started to puke.
This kicked off a barrage of pukes - everyone was puking on one another.
Everything was going wrong.
My boss began to shout at me.
I fell to the floor in shock.
I started to feel the floor with my hands.
As I fell, my travel size toppik fell out of my pocket.
Everything was out of control.
Ambulances could be heard in the background, trains were crashing in the streets, planes were spiralling out of control in the skies above.
My boss just stood there staring at me in utter disbelief at what he had just witnessed.
That’s when I trounced my pants and started to cry my eyes out.
My Norwood 3v had just triggered off world war 3.
It was a presentation in front of 100+ people, who were dressed in shirt and tie.
I couldn’t afford anything to go wrong.
As I say, it was a big day.
It all started at 11am.
I made my way to the hall with my boss who told me the presentation was about to begin in 5 minutes.
I felt nervous.
I then went to the toilet.
When I got there, I checked the mirror to see if my Couvre induced hairline was still intact.
Everything was fine.
I made my way back to the hall to join my boss of whom I was assisting in the presentation about horse racing equipment.
It had begun.
All I had to do was be quiet and hold up and show the audience a series of items that corresponded with what my boss was talking about.
Nothing could go wrong.
We spoke about everything to do with horse racing.
We had just finished a description on racing stirrups when we had to move onto the final piece.
All of a sudden my boss turned to me and asked
“Ok, can you please show them the horse-shoeâ€
I paused for a moment.
I looked at my boss in a questionable way.
I looked puzzled.
It was still quiet.
So my boss asked again.
“Ok, can you please show them the…… â€
Before he finished the sentence, I grimaced like a troll, thrusted my head forward to the audience, pulled out a torch from my pocket and shined it onto my head revealing the most ugliest horse-shoe pattern ever seen.
Then in a 'slow-guy' voice and with saliva dripping from my mouth, I shouted “I'm quite proud of my Bosley Hair transplant!â€
All of a sudden, everyone started to puke.
This kicked off a barrage of pukes - everyone was puking on one another.
Everything was going wrong.
My boss began to shout at me.
I fell to the floor in shock.
I started to feel the floor with my hands.
As I fell, my travel size toppik fell out of my pocket.
Everything was out of control.
Ambulances could be heard in the background, trains were crashing in the streets, planes were spiralling out of control in the skies above.
My boss just stood there staring at me in utter disbelief at what he had just witnessed.
That’s when I trounced my pants and started to cry my eyes out.
My Norwood 3v had just triggered off world war 3.
