Four hours later "Vandon's" door is opening and John is slightly worried. John is worried due to the fact he knows exactly what hes doing and is not happy with it. John is also worried because it has cost the company he isn't even supposed to be at a good $326 straight out of its pockets. The expensive oak door reveals by the power of its hinges possibly John's worst visitor to have at this moment; the Receptionist.
Covered in tape and surrounded by packets of neon pink straws, with the most tediously and incoherently designed bridge in front of him on a desk made not for models but for a computer to sit, John looks stupid.
"Excuse me Vandon- Oh... uhh,"
"Yes-" John looks at the badge on the Receptionist's shirt, "-James. What is it?"
"Well Vandon" says James. "I was coming in with your computer,"
"Computer?"
"Yes. So that you can model the bridge,"
"Wait. Thats how you model a bridge?"
"Yes. Yes it is. With 3D modeling software,"
"Well I dont think I need it, pretty good with this,"
"Uhmm..."
John turns his attention back to the terrible bridge on his desk.
"Sir..."
The bridge falls over.
"Sir,"
John curses the bridge and knocks it off the desk.
"Sir we do need to use the computer."
John gets out more straws and tape."
"Sir!"
The tape gets stuck to Johns hand as he tries to put two straws together.
"SIR! We can't construct the bridge with a model made of pink straws and tape! What are you doing!?"
"This isn't the actual... bridge?" John wimpers.
"You don't even- You know what, I'm just going to leave,"
James walks out of the insane room, leaving the door open and going confusedly back to his desk. Sitting surrounded by pink, with tape all stuck to his fingers, and all hope lost, John thinks about the day. Has he even proven his point yet?