Email Subject: No more 'k' emails

Dave is staring at some new copy ideas on John's computer when an email alert comes from the Creative Director Keith.

Email subject:  No more 'k' emails.

John clicks on it and he and Dave read.

Keith's email

When I send you an email, I know you got it. so I don't need an email response from you saying 'thanks' or 'k'.  I know it's o.k. with you since I am your boss.

I want to see you and David in the Creative Director's Office...that would be my office. Not yours. Not David's.

David

'He's pissed over missing the wedgie meeting.'

John

'He was away...'

They walk to Keith's office. As they walk in and sit down, Keith throws a picture of someone getting a wedgie with a headline: 'Up yours.' and the Timber Underwear logo.

Keith

'How did this happen?'

David points at the wedgie photo

"that guy musta pissed some guy off...'

Keith

'I'm not laughing. The client saw this and likes it.'

David

"I joked about showing the strength of the underwear by showing a wedgie..you know cause the wedgie video of the spokesperson was already on the Internet...and I jokingly turned to John and asked for a headline.'

John

',,,and I said up yours...and that new blonde account person who...I thought Stacey and Blythe were on the account...anyway she loved it... loved it.'

Keith

'She's on the account. Stacey is off.  She, Britney, submitted it to the client and now has a great relationship with the client for getting 'out there' creative from you two. Which is my freaking job. Get it.'

John

'This business sucks and not in a good way.'

Britney sticks her head in Keith's office.

'I suck...and in a good way.'

Keith laughs loud and jumps up to shake Britney's hand.

Keith gestures to John and Dave

'We're done guys...thanks.'

John and Dave walk back to John's office.

John

'You know I'm sick of this. I live my whole life honestly. He always thinks all his people are up to something...trying to get ahead or do his job...'

Dave

'Cause he got ahead that way...'

John interrups. His computer just beeped that there's an email.

'...oh look...it's from Keith. Ooo, and it was sent to both of us.'

Email from Keith.

Guys, Britney and I have hit it off. We're gonna handle the copy and the art on the Timber Underwear account. You guys have enough work.

John to Dave

'I'm gonna call out sick tomorrow. I'm gonna go surfing and they are gonna pay for it.'

Dave

'Don't tell them that. Just do it. So how are we gonna answer the email. Oh, that's right, he doesn't want us to answer his email...'

John

'I've got this...'

John types his email and sends it to Keith.

Email: John to Keith

'k'