Who Can Concentrate When There's Blood On The Table?

A client calls a couple weeks ago, asking if we do websites. It's a common question: "Do you do websites?", and the answer is always "Yes we do actually." So, this client wants a website, and I agree to meet with him the following Monday, regardless of the fact that he wants to spend only a couple hundred dollars to create it (to which I wanted to answer: "Well, that will get you a year of hosting, a domain name, and about 15 minutes of my time to design, develop and upload it; that will provide for a very interesting final product. Maybe a blank page with a title that will probably be misspelled due to the fact that I wouldn't have time left for corrections."). Monday comes, and the client shows up. A very kind man who wants a small, simple website as a tool to help him promote and sell his personal essays. (yes, you heard me right ... essays). So a mere minute into the conversation it's clear that he doesn't know what he wants on the website, in fact I question whether he even knows what a website is, but he knows he needs one (also partly due to the fact that I emailed him two times with links to about ten websites that he could not open for some reason). At this point, we have to figure out what kind of website we can develop for $500. Now the fun begins. My boss lacerates his arm on the glass table top, there is blood everywhere, on the meeting notes, on the glass, the client is freaked out, it's pandemonium, and all the while everyone is trying to act like nothing happened. Really, who can keep their head when there's blood on the table. I'm trying to keep the client preoccupied while the boss cleans up the mess, but to no avail, the meeting ended shortly after that. Surprisingly, he still wants us to work on his site! He just called today. Thankfully television has numbed our senses and a table full of blood no longer steals our concentration.