This Saturday morning I went to Bicentennial Park for my customary disc golf rituals.  Don’t know what disc golf is?  Yes it’s that nerdy sport known to Seinfeldites as “frolf.”  Provo actually offers quite a well-laid-out disc golf course at this park, and I even like it more than Salt Lake City’s course.

Anyway, at the park was a company party for a company called Temkin.  They manufacture materials for packing, such as the cellophane you see on flowers.  Only, it’s not cellophane, its some other material with a large name that some lady over at this party corrected me on.

There are a lot of people that don\'t know how to spell Balloon, mostly in grade school.

Arriving at the party my attention was first drawn to one of the stands.  I couldn’t be sure what they were doing, but just that they had Baloons, whatever those could be.  Balloons on the other hand would have been a lot more fun.  Tell me, how do 40+ people get together and not one single person tip the Baloon stand operator off?  Either everyone is a total dick, or everyone is a degenerate.  Both could be true, but there was a grown person riding a tiny tricycle:

Temkin\'s company could not pay for midget horse racers on large horses, so they settled for oversized degenerates on tiny tricycles.

And what kind of crappy company party requires you to buy stuff?  They want you to come work and probably get underpaid as is the reason people set up shop in this poor dusty state, just so that they can lure you to some crappy company party where they were seriously selling baseball caps with their company logo.