Call It What You Want...

I have a boss; we'll call him Ken. It is easier that way because that's his name. Everyone calls him Ken.

Ken is a sort of weird fellow, which isn't very shocking since he's in management at Conner Prairie. He went to Taylor University, has heard of such notable bands as The Choir, The Swirling Eddies, and yes, he even brought up One Bad Pig in a conversation. So yes, he's very weird. Ken also played the trombone as a youth. Very odd. One day, I mentioned in passing the tale of my trombone-playing brother playing the Twisted Sister classic, "We're not Gonna Take it" on said instrument.

Some weeks later, Ken topped off morning briefing with his own rendition of the hit, having dusted off his trombone and learned the song. I nearly fell off my bench because I was laughing so hard. Very few people understood what was going on. I couldn't explain because I couldn't breathe. Revenge was needed.

What helps is that we know a little about Ken. He likes monkeys very much. And his favorite word in the English language is pants. Is there a question of what we should do? And Ericka knows his exact measurements because she is the clothing guru. So we made him a pair of monkey pants.

This morning, for opening day, Ken wore the monkey pants to briefing. Everyone got to see the monkey pants. There are still a number of people who aren't sure what's going on. But was it a coincidence that Laura had an inflatable monkey in her car for just such an occasion? If you drive by the staff parking lot before 5 p.m. today, you just might see a very large primate waving from the top of Ken's car.

*I DIDN'T DO IT*