Traveling Is Fun. March 5, 2008
I’m on the phone with one of my colleagues who was traveling yesterday to a big client meeting in Denver. Her flight was delayed so she spent 4 hours an airport bar and then missed her next flight by 5 minutes.
Marissa: Hold on a sec. I have to talk to the gate attendant.
Me: Sure.
Marissa (to attendant): You are a fucking idiot! You didn’t even announce you were closing the doors!
Attendant: I’m sorry ma’am.
Marissa: What’s your last name? Who’s your supervisor?
Attendant: I’m sorry, we don’t give out our last names.
Marissa: I bet not because I would kill your entire genealogical line, you fuck.
I haven’t heard from her since. Airport security probably took her away and now we’re going to lose a 20 million dollar client. Oh well.
Oh you have to update us on this one. Did she get hauled away by security? Did you guys end up losing the client?
She might not be nice but I’d hire her for her wit alone. Like a pit bull that you could release to do your bidding.
Ha! Thanks for the travel advisory, Tart.