I'm just back from my favorite conference—Thrillerfest in NYC. Why my favorite? Because taxis are involved.
Here's the latest:
Esteemed Ann Parker and I left the front door of the Hyatt (to go somewhere conference-related of course). The hotel guy, formerly known as a bellboy, asked our destination and hailed a cab. Apparently, we weren't going far enough to suit the cabbie, so he declined. Hotel Guy wasn't happy, argued for a about a minute until the cab pulled away.
Hotel Guy slammed his hand on the trunk, turned to us and said, "You don't want to go with him anyway. He's an idiot."
Ah, New York never disappoints.
And neither did the conference—highly recommended.