Is world domination going to their heads? Recently a DLA partner, his head perhaps full of the knowledge that he may soon be one of the chosen few at a global giant, his belly perhaps full of intoxicating liquor, hailed a taxi to return him to his palatial home.
After a few moments the chap pointed out that, in his opinion, the driver was going the wrong way. “Right,” he barked, “I’m getting out.” “Fine,” said the cabbie, “that’ll be £6.50.” “No way,” retorted the future Master of the Universe. “I refuse to pay!” he cried. “Fair enough,” said the driver, who promptly locked the doors and took him straight to the local rozzers.