The Bad Guy:
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 Part 8: The Conference
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 The next day at work I get a phone call from the chief telling me
that I need to go to a conference. *A conference?*Cool! I always
wanted to confer with people about stuff. This sounds official. I'd
better wear a suit. I think I'll wear one of those fancy looking suits
with the shiny buttons that go all the way down. That'll make me look
official. I think I'll even wear a badge that says "DETECTIVE," so
that people will know that I'm a detective.

 "Where's the conference going to be at?" I asked in an inquisitive
manner. Yeah, I just used the word inquisitive. Isn't that impressive?

 "The conference will be held in the South Brook Clovefield Memorial
Conference Center. It's just off of I-90." That's where everything's
just off of. Have you ever noticed that? I mean, nothing ever off of
I-16. You never hear anyone mentioning I-16. I wonder if it even
exists. Yep, just googled it. It's in Georgia.

 "Anything I should bring?"

 "Just bring something to take notes with. And don't dress up too
much. Just look like a normal person. A nice shirt and slacks and
maybe a tie is all. Don't wear a name tag unless they give you one."

 No name tag? No fancy suit? Will I be able to survive this conference
at all? This really isn't looking too promising. I had become so
excited about this conference and now it looks like it'll be a drag.
But I wasn't going to let that get me down. Still the fact remained
that it was a conference. Those are official.

 Once I arrived at the South Brook Clovefield Memorial Conference
Center, I received my parking ticket and found a good place to park.
Well, it wasn't bad anyway. I mean, long walks are good for your
health, right? So I walked up to the center, and went inside to take a
seat.

 The speaker began the conference with some good jokes about the
process of making mustard. Those jokes were downright hilarious. I
laughed so hard... man, I wish I would have written them down. They
were good jokes.

 Next, they introduced the president of South Brook Mustard Mfg. Mr.
Don Pretzel was his name, I believe. He gave an interesting speech
about the history of mustard and it's influence on our culture today,
but still one question remained: Why was I sent to a conference about
mustard? I mean, what does mustard have to do with being a detective?
Maybe I should eat more mustard... or maybe I should wear a mustard
colored jacket! That's it. Mustard colored jackets are so stylish
these days. It's got to be because the chief wants me to dress hip.
Like teenagers do.

 The most interesting thing that I saw at the conference was at the
end. They asked Cynthia Walerston to perform the closing mustard
ceremony. Now, this ceremony in itself was pretty interesting, but it
wasn't the ceremony that was the most interesting thing. No, the most
incredibly interesting part of the ceremony was that...

 *Shock and suspense! What was it? Find out in the [next
episode](badguy9) of The Bad Guy. Or why not catch up by reading [Part
7](badguy7)?*

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