Flatter, Digress, Imagine

As I walked onto the stage of the amphitheatre, thousands of employees who are as dear to me as family sat waiting.

“Hello everyone. I imagine you’d like to know the reason for this emergency meeting…”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Bob! These meetings are never interesting!”

Heckling before I get through my first sentence. Apparently my “family” smells blood. Or bad news. Better not digress and just get to it.

“It’s my duty to report that due to current conditions, the business needs to shutter.”

Expecting outrage, I hear the same heckler:

“Good riddance, Bob! Ah, just kidding! We love ya!”