I was standing on the front drive of the Hyatt Regency McCormick place right after we finished a productive day of staff training. While waiting for my airport-bound taxi, a woman with a small rolling suitcase passed me. She then stopped in her tracks, looked at my nametag and backed up.
“Hey Scott!” she whispered as she peered around the drive like she was under video surveillance.
“Are you the next American Idol?”
“What?”
“How did the audition go?”
“Audition…for what?” I asked.
“You mean, you aren’t a singer?”
“Oh, no. I was actually here on business,” I chuckled.
“Ah, too bad. Well, see ya later.”
WHAT??!! You gotta be kidding me. I don’t even look like a singer!
LET ME ASK YA THIS…
Do you think this woman was serious?
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Scott Ginsberg
Author/Speaker/That guy with the nametag
www.hellomynameisscott.com
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