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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

I walked out onto the stage with no introduction, dressed in jeans, a white tee-shirt and a light black sweater. I turned on the pre-set wireless microphone in my pocket before, in a single fluid motion, turning to face a roomfull of suited, necktied and deoderized business executives.

Silently I stared the audience. They sat, slightly fidgity, staring back at me.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” I shouted as loud as I could and the PA system, set in deep reverb, echoed my utterance. Instantly, Ten stage explosions went off all around the room. Ten smoke bombs erupted simultaneously. Dignified officers of the company, and middle managers from all departments dove under the tables or bolted for the exits, before realizing what was happening .

“Expect the unexpected!” I boomed over the speaker system. “Plan for it. Prepare for it, so that the unexpected is in fact, expected!”

My audience filed back to their seats chagrinned and chuckling.

My motivational seminar was off to a great start.

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