The buzz started innocuously but reached viral, at least among the pros with name plates on the 17th floor. It was based on the embellished tale of the sales rep's tail from A & J Automotive. That company was a known clearing house of nuisance items that were too specific to get from established houses so A & J smartly obtained one of those open purchase orders created in a more honest era to get delivery of small dollar items via a phone call. The rep hired specifically to service this single account originally was a curvy young attractive gal with a snappy wardrobe. But the new millennium changed the more common gender of the name on the purchase orders from dudes to ladies so the current sales rep from A & J is a man, a young man who easily could be mistaken for an underwear model. Steve Sloan had an ass that made grown women cry. His modus operandi was straight forward - he knew that the first thing to do when walking into one of the buyer's offices was to put his briefcase down on a chair and turn to open it so his ass would be there in full array for the buyer to peruse, if she was so inclined and he usually took a fairly long time planted in that position rifling through his material to finally get one of his cards even though he knew the buyer already had several from previous sales calls. So whenever he was in the building, the phones would ring in a handful of buyers' offices just to register the starting location for any of his admirers who might just conveniently stroll by to check Steve out. The best rumor that persisted about Steve Sloan was that a few months ago right before the holidays, Roberta Carrelli invited Steve to take the elevator with her to the 5th floor, where they were having a farewell coffee for an old guy who was retiring and when the door opened, the elevator was almost full so Roberta slinked in and Steve politely squeezed in and stood in front of her with his ass pushing right into Roberta's lap, as they say. She still gets the vapors retelling that story. So why is any of this here? It's a post-modern, turn-the-tables drivel piece lacking in any noticeable humor just to demonstrate what the Mad Men era lacks in today's authenticity and post-harassment rampant office tales. Yawn. Actually it was inspired by a great lady named Julie who left the building at much too young an age.