Todd and George had a long week. Between meetings, presentations, and a bungled attempt at a final sales pitch the two failed to sell the local auto manufacture on their company's patented window sealant. After this failure, the two sat in silence. Todd needed this. He relied heavily on commission to feed his family and his wife had already delayed a surgery until he could earn a commission to pay for it. The stress was driving him crazy. At 50, he resented adulthood. Work, raising kids, and pleasing his wife failed to live up to the glamour he imagined in his youth and he desperately wished he could return to the easy days of playing, relaxing, and goofing off with friends.
For George, this failure stung his ego rather than his pocket book. He was the 'hotshot' sales rep at the firm and had a perfect record. That is, he had a perfect record until now. Behind the wheel of their shared rental car, he stewed in anger. He'd never worked with Todd before, and naturally assumed that Todd was the variable that changed and led to his failure. Todd would pay for this.
The reality was quite the opposite. Todd had been the picture of preparation and George, given his ego, had blown off customer research assuming he could ride on his record to success. In their final pitch, George sewed distrust in the customer by demonstrating a lack of understanding of their business. Needless to say, the sale fell through.
Physically, Todd and George were quite different. Todd was balding, had put on a slight paunch and lacked the good looks that graced many of the top salesmen. George, on the other hand, was younger at 35 years, had a full head of chocolate brown hair and muscles that screamed confidence and power. He had a natural advantage in their line of work.
As the two drove in scilence, the car suddenly sputtered. A thin trail of steam rose from the engine and slowly, the car pulled to a stop.
"Just fucking great!" George shouted "First you screw up the presentation THEN you pick a rust bucket car that can't even get us back to the airport!"
Todd was taken aback and anger flared within him.
"First of all George, YOU were the one who didn't prep for the meeting and second, I had nothing to do with the car....the company arranged it!"
Snearing, George replied "Fuck off....you know damn well everything I touch turns to gold"
Flexing his bulging muscles George increased his physicality as a show of dominance "No one in their right MIND would turn down a sale if I was the only on at the fore!"
George angrily grabbed his cell and found, to their collective dismay, there was no service. Looking around, all they could see for miles was forrest. Well, Forrest and a dirt road leading to what appeared to be a summer camp.
CAMP CRITTERCREEK
George sighed, they were gonna have to walk.
"Alright buttercup, looks like you and I are gonna have to find some help at this here camp. Better hope they have a phone, otherwise you're dead" George said, cracking his knuckles angrily.
"Settle down! Just because your ego doesn't match reality doesn't mean you can yell at me!" Todd replied before rising from the car and slamming the door. Without delay he angrily stomped down the road to the camp.
"Hey! Wait! I don't want you messing up at that camp either, I'm coming with you!" George shouted from behind, climbing out of the sedan to chase after Todd.