Corporate bigwigs get golden parachutes to ease their exits. We've got the silicone-coated Apache wingsuit and UC-3 BASE jumping rig. It won't help pay off the mortgage, but if a meeting gets really awkward, we can suit up, shout, "Later, suckaz!" and leap from the third-story window. Trouble is, we'd be about 960 feet short of the recommended 1,000-foot minimum for a jump. Maybe we can persuade the brass to hold meetings on the roof.
