It’s not often that I’ll break out into a full fledge guffaw while reading the Wall Street Journal, so when it happens it’s understandable that my wife gets a little concerned. This morning, while reading the page one Marketplace article How Kerkorian Won Wynn’s Mirage (WSJ.com login required), this is exactly what happened.

The article is an excerpt from the new book Winner Takes All: Steve Wynn, Kirk Kerkorian, Gary Loveman, and the Race to Own Las Vegas (whew, what a title!). As I was reading this article, the following quote is what made me break in laughter:

Mr. Wynn’s ranting excited his precision-trained guard dogs. Perceiving a threat to their master, the German shepherds commenced to case the room for danger. One dog shoved his nose into Mr. Fusco’s [a Goldman Sachs banker] crotch in an attack position. The dog stayed that way, staring at the investment banker, for the full length of Wynn’s tirade. “I was petrified,” Fusco recalls. “I’m thinking, ‘This job isn’t worth this.’ “

The vision of a high power wall street banker making a “sales call” on a prospective new client and finding himself petrified with an attack dog staring at him hungrily is delicious! Oh the pain of landing a $15M new client…