Many years ago, when I first started at Publishers Clearing
House, I was invited to a dinner function at a local catering hall. It was my
first such function, and I was unfamiliar with the Port Washington area.
The event was scheduled for 6:00 p.m. at the Swan Club in Roslyn, and I didn’t want to
be late. In those days there were no such things as a GPS, so you relied on
people that knew their way around, or a road map. Since I didn’t have a road
map of the area, I decided to come up with another plan.
I sat in the parking lot, behind the wheel of my new Oldsmobile
Cutlass Supreme, and waited for someone I knew would be going to the event. Suddenly
my mark appeared.
Congratulating myself on my plan, I started up the car and
the mark slowly pulled out, and I followed. Hitting the main roads were ok, I
knew where I was, but suddenly we were in the back roads, going at a fast clip,
me behind my mark. Sudden breaking for stop signs, high-speed accelerations
from dead stops and whipping around corners, we suddenly arrived! Or so I
thought. Everything was fine except for one thing. It was a small residential
house!
I had spent about 20 minutes following someone who wasn’t
going where I thought he should! Getting out of his car, Mike, my mark was
surprised to see me. Not knowing what to make of my appearance, I suddenly felt
sleazy! Here I was, following a grown man around!
I always keep maps with me, along with my GPS now.
1 comment:
Great story.
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