When I was a kid I would read anything I could get my hands on. I still do. 

Not trying to brag here. .but somehow I can remember pretty much everything I have ever stuffed into my head which makes me a real pain for people when Jeopardy is on TV!

Well. .

3M had/has a secluded lodge in the woods of Northern Minnesota called Wonewok. We used to call it Camp Run-a-muck back in the old Microfilm Division!

I had "won" a trip to these isolated cabins for having sold more widgets than anyone else had ever sold before. There were sales people there that came in second, third or whatever. .I never asked!

All the FROZEN CHOSEN honchos were there, of course.  This was one of their boondoggle perks of being a BIGWIG.

I was in awe of these silver haired, universally tall gentlemen.  Back in those days it seemed you needed to look like Gary Cooper or Gregory Peck to be a Frozen Chosen Manager. (I can assure you- -those halcyon days are long over!)

At the forefront of POWER stood the living legend of Microfilm (he who shall not be named)

He sat at a round card table sipping his wine (this guy knew his wine, of course.)

He laughed loudly at some joke. .and his followers and entourage hung anxiously on his every word!

Mr. Big suddenly stood up and challenges the assembly!

"Hey fellas- -Who wants to play Trivial Pursuits?"

"Uh Oh" says one of his hanger-ons. ., "Mr. Big has NEVER lost at Trivial Pursuits- -ever!"

Well. .I simply couldn't help myself and I maneuvered toward the throne table and said- -" I'll play!"

The "entourage" laughed in unison at the prospect of yet another victory by the monarch and demonstration of his highness's superior brain power.

Two additional sacrificial lambs were selected by the King and very quickly (after a brief history of his famous victories by his "Renfield"- we were "playing" the game.

It didn't occur to me that the polite thing, the politically correct thing to do was LOSE.

LOSE??
LOSE??

ME??

Question after question. . the mood of the gathering darkened.

Mr. Big started getting a tad nervous.  Soon, Mr. Big was tapping the table.

His "followers" shouted in disappointment when he'd get the answer wrong.  They were somehow suffering along with him. .

They cheered when he got one right. Hardy cheers of delight.

They groaned when I got one after another right.

Finally I won!

I shouted "YES!!"

Mr. Big walked away in defeated silence. .

My sales manager boss walked over to me and whispered in my ear . ."I think you'd better start looking for another job."

He was right!