I heard a fabulous story at work today.
So this is a young guy, in his first job, and having grown up in a relative back water he's come to London to seek his fortune in IT. He's very early 20s, nice bloke but like all of us, still has a lot to learn about life.
He was in Las Vegas last week supporting a big project we were running. By all accounts he gave a professional account of himself. The words used by his boss were 'he really became a man that day'.
How prophetic that turned out to be.
He wasn't working the last day and because everyone else in the team was, he went out on his own the night before to savour the earthly delights of Las Vegas. He goes to various bars, gets very drink and strikes up a conversation with a random woman, who, by his own honest retelling of the story, he then takes her back to his hotel room and proceeds to have sex with her.
Then in the morning, he wakes up having passed out through drink only to find that the lady has done a runner with his laptop, two mobile phones, iPod and iPad and his wallet.
At this point, one of the seven or so women listening to this story in the office (in hysterics I might add) asked if she had been worth it, to which he said, 'I don't know I don't even remember what the sex was like, I don't even remember her name', to which we all rightly ask how he knows he done the deed.
This is the best part - he knows because he found the used prophylactic by the bed in the morning!
He spent most of the following day having to do interviews with the local cops to report the theft and then complete insurance forms for the items taken. Quite what he put on those forms I would love to see!
He's now a legend in the company and no it's not me, before anyone asks.