Dave is very smart. He is also what we call a "big-picture guy." That means that he is very good at coming up with big ideas, and typically is not so great at the minutiae involved in implementing them. A big-picture guy might decide, "We should go to the beach, " then wait for his wing-man to find the shoes, pack the lunch, pack the car, find a good beach on the map, etc.
I wrote "wing-man" but I really meant secretary. "Big-picture people" need secretaries.
Now, for the reason for this post. . .
Two weeks ago, Dave was flying to Minneapolis for training. I got a call at the end of his day of flying from a cell phone (not his), so I deduced (correctly) before I even answered the phone that he had accidently left his Blackberry at home. I think I answered the phone with ,"You're kidding me." The response was even better. "Yep, I forgot my Blackberry, but the real problem is that it's in the pocket of my coat."
WARNING: IT IS LIFE-THREATENING TO FORGET YOUR COAT WHEN YOU TRAVEL TO MINNESOTA IN FEBRUARY AND IT IS -20 DEGREES.
But on the subject of coats. . .
Last year Dave travelled to NYC in the heart of winter, and luckily remembered a coat. Coats are almost more important in NYC than MN because you have to walk around a ton in New York. So, Dave remembered a coat, the problem was that the coat he remembered to take was mine.
We both had black wool pea-coats and he grabbed the wrong one, but wore it around NYC for a week like a trooper: it was about 2 inches short in the arms and across the shoulders. But if you are going to be forced to wear women's clothing, NYC is a great place to be.
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It's a little scray how much your marriage is like my marriage.
Troy went to Switzerland one time, while I was also away on a trip. My parents had come to stay and Troy had forgotten the password to his computer...meaning no actual work while on his business trip.
My parents searched the house everyday I was gone to fine the little piece of paper Troy had witten the code on...but no luck.
Oh, and the secretary thing...I feel you there!
Shelby,
I got your comment on my blog. I love it when I get comments, so you are now one of my friends, with a link. That is your reward. Not much, I know, but you are in Sonoma, much too far away for me to take you and Dave out to lunch. Hope Dave feels the support of a fellow "Big Picture" guy. Actually, I am not so much a big picture guy as a "my wife takes care of the details much better than I do" kind of guy. hope we catch you this summer.
Ben
and by the way, i had no idea you were in Virginia last year. we lived in Richmond for 4 years. Where were you and what were you doing?
Must be a male affliction as it sounds just like something Glen would do. He's been through 3 cell phones in a year (I decided we'd forgo buying him a new one after he left his third one in China). And currently we are operating on one set of keys as his have been misplaced for a week!
Not having a coat in Minnesota is pretty severe punishment in and of itself!
That's a funny picture of Dave. I can see how he'd mix up the coats. Chad and I both have black peacoats and I've grabbed Chad's before. Luckily I realized it right away since his is way bigger. But I can see how it could happen.
I hope you keep blogging forever because your posts are my absolute favorite. I can always count on you for a laugh!
If it makes Dave feel better, I've had car rental companies fedex me my coat. After leaving my almost full journal, GameBoy Advance, and Bose headphones on separate planes, I've decided that maybe I just shouldn't travel. Then again, of all my journals, I think losing that one was divine intervention to prevent me from revisiting the recorded events. Oh wouldn't you like to know what year that was. ;)
I was just on Ben's blog and read your comment. Your sister is in Africa adopting a child?? How come that didn't come up when I saw you at Christmas? I'm intrigued.
I think this might be my first comment ever, in your honor--so you can keep up with me. Rob just did a similar thing with his coat. While he was a pallbearer recently, he grabbed someone else's coat. He put it on as they walked out the door with the casket and his sleeves were about 6inches short. He looked funny and had an audience too. Rob also once took my wallet to Wharton with him. It was black like his but had pink inside and was a different shape. He thought it felt strange in his pocket.
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