“Punk rock!” Gerry shouted like a warrior bound for Valhalla.
The table that hid his legs just moments ago was now half way through a full circle rotation, its own legs now parallel with the ground. Documents, flyers, laptops and coffee mugs shot about the room in directions that laughed at the laws of physics.
Gerry stood, fists clinched above his head, arms in a V, and continued his overjoyed “woo” cry.
The others in the board room were unimpressed.
Gerry straightened his tie and faced the presenter. “I mean, fine presentation, Martinez. The quarter ahead looks swell. Meeting adjourned.”