Yeah, I'm on huge rock star tour, visiting with insurance brokers. The tour includes both St. George and Cedar City, Utah. Pretty huge, I know. When we pulled into our deluxe accommodations (Best Western) last night, I had the following encounter in the parking lot:
Just before getting back in the car to head to the other side of the building after checking in, a lady in the minivan parked next to us rolls down her window. "Hey," she says. "Don't forget the 8 o'clock meeting."
Huh? I figured she must have thought I was in her group or something. Before I could even give a response she holds up two energy drinks.
"Have you ever tried such-and-such drink? It's got a bunch of vitamins and blah, blah, blah."
"Um, no."
"Well, you should try it. It's the best. We're having a meeting about it eight. You and your friend should come."
"Well, we're..."
"Where are you from?"
"Salt Lake?"
"Oh, really? I'm from West Jordan!" (As if she were wandering around China and she happened to run into someone from her hometown.) "What high school did you go to?"
"Murray."
"Oh? How many people were in your graduating class?"
"My graduating class? I don't know. Like 1500." (I think in reality there were probably 300-400. I have never had anyone ask me how many people were in my graduating class. What a strange question.)
At this point my coworker and tour mate Tim said from the driver's seat, "We've gotta go."
"Sorry, we've gotta go," I said to multi-level marketing lady.
"Well, give me your number and we'll get together later."
"No, I'm pretty sure we're not interested."
And so Work Rock Star Tour '07 began...
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Well you really blew that opportunity... you could have been rich!
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