Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Me and Shaun have a deal.

We agreed a few months ago that should Shaun ever win the lottery, he will immediately charter a private jet in Kelowna and prep it to transport us to some faraway exotic locale. While the jet is being readied, he will hire a helicopter and assemble a team of four guys dressed up like SWAT commandos, and speed off to my workplace.

Once there, they will hover in the parking lot approximately 2 metres from the ground, causing loose papers, shopping bags and small dogs to be flung about dramatically through the air. Meanwhile the SWAT team will crash through the front doors, guns readied and gas masks in place, and walk calmly up to the front desk and ask where my desk is. Then they'll run in, leaping over desks and knocking over magazine racks, to where I sit.

Then one of two things will happen. The first is that they grab me and stuff me in a potato sack and drag me out of the building and hurl me into the helicopter. Once we get to Kelowna, we all laugh at this bizarre prank, and then we continue onwards to the Galapagos Islands to ride the giant tortoises.

The second is that I slay the entire SWAT team with a pen.

The amazing thing about this plan is that this is actually just the first leg of our journey, which actually spans a week of financial decadence known (to us) as The Billionaire Adventures. We summarized this epic adventure in radio show format but I'm sure no one bothered to download it. I'm not really sure where this plan arose from, but I'd definitely rank it up there with our other plans, such as our car that spits out pieces of road in mid-air so we can drive through the air.

Truly we are inventive masterminds.


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