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I dress up in business attire, full with tie and belt and dress shoes. I'm there for business. I'm there to win.
We had a meeting before the contest started, that started to unsettle me. I was getting nervous.
After 30 minutes, the contest starts. 15 guys around a ping pong table. Six hotdogs per plate. I start shoveling. Blitzkrieg is near.
I finish my first plate of six hotdogs second or third behind the then-leader. After a couple more minutes (out of the 20 minute time limit), the leader stops. I keep going (barely). One guy across the table is one hotdog behind me. I STRAIN to keep going. I have to win.
After the third hotdog I was full. I had the gag reflex already. Things didn't look good. But I kept going.
At the 9th hotdog, I had to cup my hand over my mouth to keep from puking. I am one hotdog and a half ahead of the leader.
30 seconds left. I put down my hotdog. I knew I had one.
Competition over, I look to my left. The guy beside me, who I hadn't been looking at, has eaten one-half of a hotdog more than me. He wins. He eats 11, I ate 10 1/2. If only I knew he was ahead....
...I would have won.
Ah well you win some you lose some
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Off the record, on the q.t., and very hush-hush.
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