My Stunningly True and Crazy Business Travel Story

I recently received an email from Marc Hausman, CEO of his own digital media company, a vendor, and fraternity brother of mine. I thought I would “pay it forward” as I think his message creates a great way to reconnect with our following when the global pandemic has made it extremely challenging to do so in person.    

In my 30 years in business, I have come to savior the unexpectedly surreal world of business. Here is one travel experience which is true, insane, and worth sharing. With the Labor Day holiday weekend upon us, I thought the timing was right to share. I hope you do the same with your clients, prospects, and colleagues.

Story: The taxi ride gone wild. Before Uber and Lift, I was heading to the airport in Springfield, Illinois in a taxi. This wasn’t your typical yellow cab like the ones in New York. This was a 1970s station wagon that looked like someone took a stick of dynamite and blew up the dashboard. The speedometer wasn’t working so I asked the driver how he knew if he was speeding. He proudly told me that he’d been driving for years (he looked like he was 16 years old) and he just knew how fast he was going. I then noticed the gas gauge wasn’t working and I asked him the same question. He said to sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride to the airport. The car suddenly jerked violently and then came to an abrupt stop. He said, #@&!!, I ran out of gas again. Lucky for me, I have extra gas in a container the back. Sure enough, the container was empty, so my cab driver jumped out the window (did I say the driver side door didn’t open?) and started walking. Bewildered, I asked him what he was doing. He said there was a gas station a few miles down the road and I could wait or join him. Did I mention it was 100 degrees out and I was wearing a business suit? I grabbed my suitcase (no wheels at the time) and walked with him. In about an hour we arrived at a gas station. As he filled up his container with gas, I found another car and told the driver I would pay them to take me to the airport. He accepted and, as I was squeezing my suitcase into the trunk, the cab driver came running up and told me I had to pay him for the ride to the point where we ran out of gas. I smiled, gave him my business card, and told him to call me in the morning if he still felt I should pay him. I never heard from him again.

I’d love to hear any “there is no way that happened” business experiences you have had. Send me an email or call/text me at (301) 538-8100.

Have a wonderful Labor Day holiday.

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