I used to work for the Burlington Northern Railway in the Fort Worth dispatcher office as a Signal and Telecom electronic technician. One day my supervisor said we had a project to go to the CEO (Walter Drexel) home on Curzon Ave and install a entertainment sound system. We were there three days and I was working with contractors wiring the house and installing volume controls in the living areas.
As I was finishing up (I was the last worker in the house), Mrs. Drexel was in the kitchen cutting a cantaloupe with a lady who was there involved with some redecoration. Before I had a chance to leave, she came into the room and said,
“We would invite you to stay for lunch, but we don’t have anything you would like.”
I used to work for the Burlington Northern Railway in the Fort Worth dispatcher office as a Signal and Telecom electronic technician. One day my supervisor said we had a project to go to the CEO (Walter Drexel) home on Curzon Ave and install a entertainment sound system. We were there three days and I was working with contractors wiring the house and installing volume controls in the living areas.
As I was finishing up (I was the last worker in the house), Mrs. Drexel was in the kitchen cutting a cantaloupe with a lady who was there involved with some redecoration. Before I had a chance to leave, she came into the room and said,
“We would invite you to stay for lunch, but we don’t have anything you would like.”
Bingo - and she probably thought in her mind that she was being polite.