The Leaving Speech

I was leaving a job I’d hated for years, so I decided to make a dramatic speech at my leaving drinks. I’d rehearsed it in the car. It was meant to be witty. It came across as a list of everyone’s flaws read out by a person holding warm white wine. Three months later, my old company bought the company I’d moved to. My old manager is my manager again. He quotes the speech in meetings. He does the voice.

You burned the bridge. He bought the river.