Slowpoke
06-19-2003, 10:20 AM
I am standing at TF Green airport (Providence, RI) yesterday roughly 3:00 pm local time and I spot a sleek MM unloading some passengers. Forget the fact I am in a hurry to catch a plane, forget the fact I hadn't eaten lunch, forget the fact I spent 5 hours in a hot meeting room deciding the fate of the world....
I try to flag this person down to talk to him. He drives right past me (he probably thought that I thought he was a limo or taxi service). He saw me and gave me some kind a weird 'wave' like I was selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door, or collecting money for people who can't afford a Reinhart Chip. I got as close to standing in the middle of the drop-off lane as possible. I don't want to be roadkill before I can hear my newborn say "drive faster daddy"
He didn't know it was ME - Slowpoke - the father of Jett - the husband of Mrs. Poke. Heck, I was even wearing a suit! [quite possibly the suit would have thrown him off guard if he had known me.]
We need to find out who this person is!
I try to flag this person down to talk to him. He drives right past me (he probably thought that I thought he was a limo or taxi service). He saw me and gave me some kind a weird 'wave' like I was selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door, or collecting money for people who can't afford a Reinhart Chip. I got as close to standing in the middle of the drop-off lane as possible. I don't want to be roadkill before I can hear my newborn say "drive faster daddy"
He didn't know it was ME - Slowpoke - the father of Jett - the husband of Mrs. Poke. Heck, I was even wearing a suit! [quite possibly the suit would have thrown him off guard if he had known me.]
We need to find out who this person is!