December 03, 2010
Atlas Shrugged
I was in Atlanta on business, arriving Monday night. My client scheduled our flights out for Friday -- today. I am sorry to all those people from Atlanta I may offend by this, but I really did not want to stay in Atlanta until Friday at 5:45 p.m. and thought I would be done with the business at hand by Wednesday at 1:30 p.m.
Unfortunately, nobody believed me. When I told the guy in charge "1:30 tomorrow, sir," he looked at me askance, as if I was discussing Hawk's Constant.
And I admit that I was wrong. We were done at 2:15 p.m. Wednesday. And, again, meaning no disrespect, especially to the 8 greater Atlanta-ites who apparently liked what I served up, I wanted to leave Atlanta because -- let's just say it was dreary, cold, rainy, and windy; and I told my client to get me on the next available flight out of town.
He couldn't get me a guaranteed seat. I said, "Let's drive;" so we did.
On the way out of town, I saw this sign:
Well, I thought it was funny. I guess you had to be there.
Posted by Bill at December 3, 2010 04:16 PM