An Iron Will

“Jenkins,” said the ever stern Mr. Bryant, “I don’t think you quite understood the nature of today’s outing.”

Jenkins agreed.  He stood before a team of colleagues and superiors from his recently landed position at an elite accounting firm and wondered if he would be in the job much longer.  The partners chuckled at gawked at their new junior employee.

“I grossly misinterpreted the memo, sir,” Jenkins said, “reading ‘grab your irons’ does not mean golf in my book.”  He fiddled with the tire iron in his hand and longed for a good afternoon fixing cars.

“For today you can borrow some clubs.  Next time, bring some a nine iron. To the links, colleagues.” Bryant led the group ahead to the first tee.


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