Nikki Yeager

Good news! The missing trade show booth was rediscovered and returned safely.

Or something like that.

I got a call from Yousef the cab driver after admitting to myself we’d never see that booth again. I answered the work phone only to hear him describe how I accidentally left my large black box in his trunk (I “left it”, we misunderstood the situation or he stole… just a matter of semantics, right?) and then demand payment for his hard work toting the package around and all. Without giving him much of a response I let him know someone would give him a call to pickup the package.

So our handy dandy DC sales rep headed over to make nice and retrieve the long lost box.

Assuming it was all handled and done with, I saw Yousef pop up on our caller ID about an hour later. Again, demanding his money.

At which point, I handed the phone to our office everything-gal and she masterfully navigated the waters of money, anger and [accidental?] thievery.

All I can say is thank goodness it’s off my hands and if it’s going to happen to any one – of course it happened to me.