Finally got my chance to snuggle up next to the new account manger and traffic cop, Angela Scarbrough. I charmed her and she opened up to me like a Louisiana crawfish. Here’s how it went:
Bulgee:
Scarbrough. Any relation to Chuck
Scarbrough?
AS: If you mean the newsman
from New York, that’s Chuck Scarborough.
No relation.
Bulgee: Right. Some people say that handling traffic at dg
is like trying to make a perfect Arnold Palmer.
Are you concerned?
AS: No, I make a
perfect Arnold Palmer. Sometimes I add vodka. Know what that’s called?
Bulgee: Just because
I have no lower half doesn’t mean I don’t get around. It’s a John Daly. I make my Palmers with Everclear. Know what that’s called?
AS: A Happy Gilmore.
Bulgee: I like you.
AS: I like you too.
Bulgee: Know why they
call me Bulgee?
AS: Not sure that I want to know.
AS: Not sure that I want to know.
Bulgee: Rumor has it you’re a black belt. True?
AS: Actually, I’m a purple belt in Kung Fu.
Bulgee: Kick anyone’s ass lately?
AS: Not lately, but I’ve been tempted.
Bulgee: Let your imagination run wild. If you couldn’t make it in the ad game, what lower level profession might you fall into?
AS: I’d probably be a jewelry designer.
Bulgee: Speaking of
which, I like the necklace…and the bracelet.
AS: Thanks, I made
both pieces. I actually make all the
jewelry that I wear, and I’m learning to work with copper, silver, gold, wood,
leather and other materials.
Bulgee: I like
leather. We should have drinks some
time, I make a great Happy Gilmore.
AS: We should.
Bulgee: Tex-Mex or Tapas?
AS: Tapas
Bulgee: Dancing or Bowling?
AS: Snorkeling
Bulgee: Rocky or Bullwinkle?
AS: Bullwinkle
Bulgee: Truth or Dare?
AS: I'd have to know you better
Bulgee: Favorite movie?
AS: Mannequin
Bulgee: Really?
AS: No, I was just pulling your leg.
Bulgee: That's cold.
