As places to go for work related duties, this one ain't the worst I've ever seen. Getting here, on the other hand, has turned out to be...problematic.
Alll was well until I left for the airport. I had to drop by the dry cleaners to pick up some clothes to wear, so I was packing my bag...literally...in the airport parking garage. even though Richmond was overcast, 96 degrees and 3500% humidity, I was wearing my sun glasses as I stood in an intermittable line to receive my boarding pass and check my bag. Next, on to the security screening, where my Hart Schaffner Marx blue blazer and laptop must have set off alarm bells in Washington because I was quickly whisked to the side for the full monty.
Eventually I got onto the plane, stowed my carry on and settled into my seat. I pulled out my Wasll Street Journal Weekend Edition and opened ny brief case to retrieve my "regular" spectacles. Nowhere to be found. Checked the laptop case. No dice. The doors were closing as I whipped out my cell phone and called mrs. rdr. "Honey?" I asked pitifully, "I must have left my regular glasses in the car. Would you mind getting them and FED EX-ing them to me. I guess I'll be lind until Monday morning." "Where are your reading glasses," she asked. "In the car," I answered." "Good place for them" she said. "Uh huh" I answered. " After explaining to her where the car was and what places to look for the glasses, I rung off and began to peer darkly at the small print, cursing softly.
"This is your Captain speaking" the bodiless voice intoned. "We're ready for take off, so please turn off all portable electronic devices put your seat backs in the upright blah blah blah..." I reached down to my belt to retrieve my Blackberry and dutifully render the device unable to cause a major air disaster. No Blackberry, just and empty Blackberry holster. Where had it gone? I know I had it when I left the house. I know I had when I had to stopp off at the office to grab some papers I had forgotten last night. I know I had it...until sometime. Now it was G.O.N.E. gone. Uh oh.
Get to Atlanta, and try to find some one from tech Support...on a Saturday, natch. Finally catch some poor slob to whom I report the missing Blackberry and order him to turn the service off immediately. As in RIGHT EFFING NOW! JI'm just about to jump oto n my connecting flight when I get a call from mrs. rdr. "Honey?" shes asks? "Where are all the keys to the car?" That sinking feeling returns yet again. "Why, darling, they are in my brief case...all three sets." I had picked up my car from the shop last night and the guy had locked the car and tossed the house spare keys into the trunck for me. This morning while loading the car I picked them up and tossed them into the brief case. Who would have thought that the house might need a set today? After all all I'm doing is going on a little business trip...for five days.
So on Tuesday, I'll be giving a Power Point presentation to about 150 clients and potential clients wearing a nice blue suit... and sunglasses.
I want a do over.
And don't even think about me fixing my typos.