The Travel Arrangements

I had to travel to Kansas City, MO for training last week. I was traveling with another associate who needed the same training. Before we left, I asked the lady at my office that makes the travel arrangements to reserve us a hotel room.

When we arrived in Kansas City, we were greeted by a very unwelcome surprise. In hindsight, I suppose I should have been more specific that we needed separate rooms, because she booked us in a single room! There wasn’t much we could do about it at that point, and the hotel was booked for some political conference anyway, so we decided to make the best of a bad situation.

We rode the elevator up to our room, and I opened the door. I didn’t make it but a few steps into the room before I stopped aghast at what can only be par for the rain pouring down seconds after someone utters, “This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.” There was only a single, queen-size bed in our room! I looked over at my travel companion, thinking that this room would never do, and I said to him, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He looked at the bed, then at me, then at the bed again, and finally back at me. He said, “I’m sure I am. I get the side closest to the window.”

Hungry on a Call

Here at work we have a speakerphone, conference call system. It works by picking up noise in the room and transferring the microphone to the side of the call that is making noise; either you or the client that is on the other end of the phone.

The other day we were on a call with a client, and my stomach started growling unexpectedly. It got so loud at one point that the microphone started picking it up and transferring the call to our side in the middle of the client’s sentence. The client thought we had something to add, so he got silent. When we didn’t say anything, he continued. That’s when my stomach struck again.

I was asked to leave the call until I had eaten something.

Strange Combinations

I was driving to training in Kansas City last week, and I passed this little gas station slash depot. The sign on the front of the depot said, “Army Surplus, Pizza, Deli, and Bait.” I must admit that that was the strangest combination of things I have ever seen. Who thinks of putting these kinds of things together? I thought putting chicken, tacos, and pizza was bad enough, but this…this is ridiculous!

“Yeah, I’d like the personal pan pepperoni pizza, a medium soft drink, a bucket of carp…and let’s see…a side of ammo, please.”