You're at a meeting in another town. It's running late. You check your watch for the tenth time. Last flight leaves in an hour. You've got to go.
As you gather your papers and things, eyes up and down the table turn to you.
You remind them that you've got to leave now if you're going to make your flight. You offer to dial-in to the meeting from the car.
At the head of the table, the alpha male looks puzzled. He asks where you're going. You tell him if you don't get the last flight out, you'll miss another meeting tomorrow morning.
His puzzled look turns into a knowing look. "You're flying commercial!" he announces to the room.
He turns to his left, talks briefly with his right hand man, then turns back to you. "I'll lend you my jet tonight. It will take you home."
The right hand man scurries off, you sit back down, the meeting resumes, all eyes turn back to the alpha male at the head of table.
You contemplate a world without last flight outs.
A world without last flights out? That would be Stalingrad... quite like a business meeting, in fact.
Posted by: stephenb | April 28, 2004 at 07:42 AM