So I'm down in Florida for my company's big Sales Conference -- lots of meetings, over the entire week. And tonight is the big Welcome Dinner, which is universally called "the Prom" by my colleagues, since it's the only time we get dressed up the whole week. (And it used to be vastly more dressy, I've heard, back before my time.)
So I call my wife during a break between meetings today, and tell her my schedule: meetings straight until 4:15, and then running back to my hotel (I got bumped from the HQ hotel this year)to change and get ready for "the Prom."
Her reply?
"Well,just don't get her pregnant."
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