We left the bar and got into her limo. I had to wonder about why the young lady was riding the bus this morning and a limo this evening but I’m not asking any more questions today. It seems best that I just ride this wave of fantastic luck to whatever end it provides.
As I gave the driver my address, the thought crossed my mind that I might very well be passing up a golden opportunity to get better acquainted with this wonderfully generous woman who twice in the same day has saved my bacon.
I again decided to let the karma in the evening prevail and settled back into my seat to enjoy this wonderful serendipitous ride back to my humble abode.
“So, Jim… How old are you? I have to ask since you stated earlier that you lived with your parents still.”
“Oh (sheepishly, I made a mental note to chastise myself later)… I’m 23. I moved out briefly when I was going to school down on Long Island but, I moved back after that didn’t pan out.”
“I see”
“Where did you go to school?”
“I went to SUNY Stonybrook but, didn’t last a whole semester. In retrospect that was probably a… mistake. How about you?”
“I attended many schools… graduated from the Harvard Business School back in 1979. Seems it was always assumed that I would someday play some part in the “family business”. I just hadn’t counted on that happening quite this quickly.”
Gee… what a tough break I thought. First job out of college… chairperson of the board of a Fortune 500 company… everyone should have that dumb luck…
She then reached over to the wet bar in the back and pulled out a bottle of champagne… “So, do you feel like a nightcap?”… Damn, this lady just doesn’t stop… I noticed quickly the Dom Perignon label on the bottle.
“Are we celebrating something?” I naively asked.
“Nope, there are just some times that I feel like enjoying the perks within this job.”
And at that moment I’m thinking that there are some times when you just have to say to yourself “How much good luck can one person have a right to within one wonderful day?
”… Oh, what the heck…sure… sounds great…” Sounds like I’m going to have one hell of time making any kind of good impression at the job interview in 7 or so hours…
Well, the rest of the evening got a bit blurry and I’m going to adhere to my principles as a gentleman but I will reveal that:
1. We didn’t make it to my parent;s house that evening.
2. I didn’t go to the interview in the morning.
3. I got the job.
Glean from that what you will.
---Jim
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