Back in ancient times when I was gainfully employed, my boss was hit on by the Hari Krishna folks, and they gave him a portrait of A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. He pinned it on the wall above his desk and said "That's my Swami".
I responded by pinning up my own swami, a portrait of Aleister Crowley dressed as a Turkish Alchemist.
A few weeks later he tired if it, ripped it down off the wall and tossed in the trash. The next morning he was stopped at the guard booth and escorted off the property.
I immediately went out and got a frame for my swami's picture. No way was I taking it down.
Sales guy: "So, I hear you've taken over Earl's old job".
Me: "Yes".
Sales guy: "But you didn't get his title".
Me: "No - but I got the money".
Sales guy: "Well, I guess that shoots me down".
I responded by pinning up my own swami, a portrait of Aleister Crowley dressed as a Turkish Alchemist.
A few weeks later he tired if it, ripped it down off the wall and tossed in the trash. The next morning he was stopped at the guard booth and escorted off the property.
I immediately went out and got a frame for my swami's picture. No way was I taking it down.
Sales guy: "So, I hear you've taken over Earl's old job".
Me: "Yes".
Sales guy: "But you didn't get his title".
Me: "No - but I got the money".
Sales guy: "Well, I guess that shoots me down".