THE MOST SPECTACULAR WEEK IN MY LIFE
I had visited Three Rivers, Quebec and returned to Hoquiam WA where I was employed as a Sales Engineer, selling Automated & Semi Automated Conveying Systems to the Canadian Pulp and Paper Corporations for Lamb-Grays Harbor Co. I had taken all the necessary production information, analyzed it and had flown to Montreal where I picked up a car and drove back to Three Rivers. In the morning I would make my presentation to the buyer CIP, Canadian International Paper Corp. Three Rivers division.
I made my presentation the small conveying had been accepted. So I took the Production Manager and the Paper Production Supervisor to lunch at a restaurant of their choice. The 6 ft. diameter wood table was fitted for three people. Where I sat the 5 in. dia. Bread & Butter plate was missing. The gorgeous, young waitress was just putting a menu down for me.
At the time of my travels in Quebec there was a war in Canada over the English not speaking French. So whenever I in a French environment I would do my best to speak French.
I said mademoiselle, a’ve v’ou un petite plat? (Really screwed up French and made a 5 in. circle with my hands) As I spoke the two guests slammed their hands against their mouths to suppress their laughter.
The waitress looked at my hand-circle smiled and said oui messieur smiled and walked away to get my plate. They were still having difficulty containing their laughter when she brought back the plate put it down and returned to the serving where all the service people were giggling.
As I looked at them they took their hands from their mouths, took 3 or 4 big breaths and just smiled at me. I said “what the hell did I say?” Together they whispered “You asked her if she had a petite pussy”
Now the entire restaurant was giggling! We finished eating and returned to the Mill where we had a few more chuckles and I dropped them off. They said I could pick up the sale contract tomorrow afternoon at headquarters in Montreal,
After a nap I went down to the cocktail lounge for a night-cap or two. Two other men were there and I sat down between them each of us a stool space away from each other. I introduce myself and told what I had been doing. The man on my right was in wholesale sales.
The man on my left said he was a Secret Service man and was FDR’s number one agent. We told a few jokes then suddenly the SS man got serious. He said Stalin ordered the execution of FDR. He had been given a poison so lethal that his entire body had turned black. Other than the SS man, myself, the salesman and the bar tender and whoever they told know of this. Now you, the world knows.
The next morning at 9 o’clock I called the VP of sales and asked when the contract would be done. He said we did it last night so you can pick it up at any time. We arranged for a 10 o’clock time and a man would hand it to me as drove up.
I got the airport about 11:30 am, dropped the car off and went into the terminal. My flight didn’t leave until 6 pm. I wasn’t about to wait so I took an earlier flight to Toronto where could eat lunch and make a few business calls. At 7 pm I went to the airport to pick-up my flight. I was the only one there. I walked up to the desk and said I here to 729 to Vancouver. They stared at me mouths open, then one said 729 was hit by lightning and went down killing everyone.
I took another flight to Vancouver then to Seattle. I rented a new car, just out Chevy Corsair. With the multi-use belt.
I was fully rested from sleeping on the plane from Toronto to Vancouver. So I decided to drive to Hoquiam. I’d driven the road a hundred times or so. So I knew all the curves and straight stretches. I was on a straight stretch of several miles. It was so foggy that I was using the grass at my left to navigate. Suddenly I got a weird feeling and decided to slow down and pull into the right hand lane. Seconds after pulling into the lane my head snapped to the left. Standing in the lane I just left was the biggest Buck White Tail deer I had ever seen. I thought my Guardian-Angel act’s again.
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