Two grown men wrestling? Nothing controversial about that.
Two grown men wrestling, at work? That should get your interest peaked.
Two grown men wrestling, at work, and one guy is the General Manager?? It’s on, Fo’ Sho!!!!!!

Top Dog sales guy was the Top Dog for more than one reason. He was a house of a man! 6′3″, walking tank. Nobody messed with him, ever. But he had a particular fondness for our General Manager, let’s call him Slim Jim. Tall, lanky 6′4″, all of 180 lbs. Although taller than Top Dog, he was outweighed by 60 lbs or so. But Top Dog was all muscle, solid guy. It alway started as a handshake, that would lead to the “you let go first” jerking hand lock, then friendly shoving, at some point ending with Slim Jim in a headlock. One friday morning, Slim Jim and Top Dog were getting into it and it got out of control. The standing up headlock, soon was a wrestling match, on the ground. With Slim Jim in his Dockers slacks and a windbreaker. I was the first to pipe up “Somebody’s REALLY going to get hurt, and it’s going to be YOU Slim Jim!!!!”. Well, at this point, this isn’t a voluntary scrap match, Top Dog is really making Slim Jim fight his way out of this. So, as it’s going too far and Slim Jim’s face is getting really red from the scrapping, Top Dog finally let up a but and Slim Jim got loose. During the wrestle match, Slim Jim lost his shoe, a nice brown leather dress shoe. Top Dog picked up the shoe and ran out to the parking lot. Well, since it’s a service business, the parking lot is the LAST place you really want to walk around with just your sock on! God only KNOWS what you could stop ON or step IN!!!! So Slim Jim leans out the door and says “Top Dog!!!!! Get you ASS back here with y %*(#(*@%%^# shoe!!!”. From some faraway spot in the parking lot, he hears the big, loud, boisterous laugh of Top Dog. But it’s not like he can chase him down, he’s helpless!!!
So finally Top Dog emerges from the parking lot and says “Well, I’m off to my first appointment!” and races towards his service truck and takes off down the street! Slim Jim races to grab his Nextel radio and gets Top Dog on the radio, “TOP DOG!!!! Where’s my EFFING shoe at??? I have a meeting in 20 minutes with the Regional Manager!!! I NEED my shoe!!! Where is it?????”. So Top Dog answered “Ok, no problem. I threw it on top of the warehouse roof! Bye!”. So since Slim Jim can’t climb up the ladder on the side of the building himself, he sends the mechanic up the ladder to the roof to retrieve the missing loafer. “It’s not up here!” yells down Mechanic. “LOOK AGAIN!!” growls back a frustrated Slim Jim. “It’s really not up here!” yells back Mechanic after a second, more thorough look.
Slim Jim hobbles back inside “It’s NOT on the roof!! Where the EFF is my EFFING shoe???” he yells over the radio to Top Dog. Top Dog laughs over the radio and says “Ok, I lied. It’s under HR Lady’s car. Bye!!”. So after Mechanic comes off of the roof, he’s sent over to look under HR Lady’s Camry. No such luck. By now, Slim Jim has about T-minus 5 minutes until Regional Manager’s arrival to get his shoe. Slim Jim gets Top Dog on the radio again, he’s about to really lose his cool with Top Dog. Top Dog finally confesses, “Okay, you give up??? Why don’t you go check under YOUR car!!! The one closest to the building??? The one even closer than HR Lady’s car??? Good Luck!!!”.
Sure enough, there was the size 14 loafer, sitting under Slim Jim’s Jeep Grand Cherokee!!! He was SOOOOOOOOO embarassed that he didn’t check HIS car first! After all, it had been parked right next to Top Dog’s service vehicle when he left!!! That was the DUHHHHH moment of the year!!! His face was beet red, he was mortified, especially after cussing at Top Dog over the radio for allllll to hear!!
Ever have a boss embarass himself like that in front of everyone???? I wanna hear about it!!