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My buddy (and former Sun sales rep) Steve Beaulieu and I took a day to visit the
U. S. Open at Congressional Country Club. Since the dweeb at
the pavillion gate wouldn't let us in with our passes, we had to lie horribly to crash
the Sun bungalow and load up on free beer and munchies.
After we left, Stevie used his considerable sales talents to infiltrate
our way to the very exclusive Terrace of the Clubhouse
so we could mooch off of some other companies who brought shrimp,
lobster, and champagne.
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