Tuesday May 24, 2005
This story comes via my buddy Cullen. Several years ago, his wife
trained and ran in a half marathon. She was quite proud of even starting
the race and Cullen being the good husband and dad brought the kids to
the finish line. His wife crossed and saw the smiling faces of her
family and ran over to the youngest. The little one looked up at her and
said, "Mommy, you LOST!!!" The child had watched dozens, maybe hundreds
of folks cross the line before his mom. Cullen's wife was crushed for a
moment. Hundreds of miles of training, several hours running the race
and the first thing from her dear little one was that she lost. It still
brings a huge smile to my face and every runner that hears that story
laughs as well. Cullen told me that within 10 seconds his wife got over
it...
I bring this up as my friend Dave M. finished a 10k this weekend several
minutes ahead of his desired pace. Way to go Dave... I reminded him of
Mommy you LOST so he could prep his kids (he did)...
Tuesday May 24, 2005
I thought this more work from home than general. In two recent trips to
Boston to go to the Sun Burlington campus (25 miles one way), I thought
about taking a taxi and not fighting Boston area traffic. One phone call
informed me that a "car service" was more than $100 each way... I'm not
that important.
My trip before last was the same day as the snow storm that closed Logan
International Airport in March. In an effort to not miss my flight, I
did NOT get gas to top off the tank. I thought it better to pay a
penalty than to miss my flight and spend the night in Boston.
When returning the car in the blizzard, the Avis return person asked if
I filled up the tank. I told him no and said that I would pay the
penalty, just let me get to the rental bus... He explained for trips
less than 75 miles, that you don't need to refuel. I paid some small fee
(based on mileage ($5.75 yesterday)) and was done.
In thinking back, most of the airport gas stations are in tougher parts
of town and I certainly wouldn't want my wife stopping there. So now, I
try to only use Avis if my distance won't be too great and a taxi is a
bad option...
Tuesday May 24, 2005
Yesterday while traveling to talk with a Sun customer, I flew out of
Richmond, VA. The flight to Boston was packed on the small regional jet
that had a 2-1 config. I was in 16A and the person beside me was in 16C
and across the aisle was 16F. A lady was on the plane and talking about
sitting in 16B. I looked at my ticket and the seat and knew that she
didn't have mine. The person beside me did the same. After a couple of
minutes of moving into row 15 and then 17 as the plane filled up, I
asked her if she was going to Boston. NO, she said, Charlotte, NC. For a
split second, I thought, did I get on the wrong plane. Everyone around
let her know that she was on the wrong plane...
Two different folks looked at my ticket and it was barcode scanned
before I left the gate area... Makes you wonder how this lady could get
past and get on the wrong plane??? Her plane wasn't boarding for another
20 minutes, so she didn't hang a left not a right. She just walked right
past 2 different folks.
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