Hi, I'm Mike Lee. No, not that Mike Lee. He's someone else. No, not that one either. Me, Mike Lee, from New York, now in California.
Oh, you know a Mike Lee too? Nice. I know a bunch too. There are four at my company. And there were at least twelve at a previous company. Us Mike Lee's are everywhere.
I don't win many awards. Hardly any, in fact. So it was a big surprise when I won the Program Guide Cover Contest for DECA's NY Conference in high school for a second year in a row.
The main speaker was pretty surprised too, apparently. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
When I was in fourth grade, dodgeball was a scary game. I was a scrawny kid with glasses, a geek who made a delectable target because you'd get a satisfying thump followed by a comical backwards tumble if you hit me ("You're going down like a sweet muffin!").
The line to the show was excruciatingly long. But that's to be expected when you're waiting to see Honda's ASIMO, a four-foot walking humanoid robot.
After standing an hour on the crowded line, we took our seats and eagerly awaited the show.
"Um, excuse me."
"Who do you think they are?" I asked.
We studied the two guys who spilled out of the limo. They had long hair, hard rock T-shirts (one of them said "Motley Crue"), and the whole hard rock ensemble (black outfits, metal chains, boots, etc).
"I don't know," said Geraldine. "You're the heavy metal guy, you should know."
It's time to go again. It's time to go to the airport to sit and wait for a delayed flight. Time to fall asleep on the plane after munching on my ten peanuts (no more, no less).
Since February of 1999, I've been traveling almost every week. I've gotten a few stories from it. This is one of them.
Ever see those people who just love flaunting the company of the clothes they're wearing?
You know who I'm talking about. That guy who's got the back collar of his shirt flipped over so you can see the label. Or that girl who's got "Armani" proudly displayed on her bosoms. Or maybe it's you who's got a big Nike swoosh on your sweat pants.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA