Tuesday night, Keith and I took a train from Washington, DC to New York. It was after a long day, and the train offered some relative sanctuary to the constant commotion of the tour.
So there I am, sitting with laptop out and my phone to my ear, when, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Keith giving me the "ssshhhhh" sign with his finger. Apparently I'm a loudtalker.
Well Keith, being the natural host, decides he's going to buy the guy in front of me a drink for putting up with my yabbering. He takes off for the Cafe Car to grab some wine a beer for our new friend. About 10 minutes later, he returns frantic and in complete disarray, but smiling from ear to ear. I was puzzled to say the least.
Then he told me what happened. Hooooly cow! I mean, you can't script something like this! This is seriously right out of the movies. Or, a Heineken commercial.
I just can't believe I almost killed my boss in my second week by talking too loud!
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