Aug 27, 2011
Several months ago, Ray was hanging out at one of his favorite haunts, Logan Airport in Boston, sipping cappuccino and feeling sorry for all those people dragging suitcases around and racing to catch airplanes.
Suddenly, he saw his old college roommate in the crowd. He couldn't remember the guy's name, and before he could signal to him, his old chum disappeared in the crowd.
'Gee,' Ray thought, 'that's too bad! I would have liked to say hello, and I'm sure he still wants his 200 bucks back that I borrowed from him all those years ago.'
Ray couldn't remember the guy's name, just that he lived in the Midwest someplace. He ran to the monitor and scanned the list of flights. As he was standing there, he got an idea. Two minutes later, he was reunited with his friend.
What did he do?
Suddenly, he saw his old college roommate in the crowd. He couldn't remember the guy's name, and before he could signal to him, his old chum disappeared in the crowd.
'Gee,' Ray thought, 'that's too bad! I would have liked to say hello, and I'm sure he still wants his 200 bucks back that I borrowed from him all those years ago.'
Ray couldn't remember the guy's name, just that he lived in the Midwest someplace. He ran to the monitor and scanned the list of flights. As he was standing there, he got an idea. Two minutes later, he was reunited with his friend.
What did he do?
Answer:
RAY: Here's the answer. I went to the customer service desk and had myself paged. Two minutes later, the old roommate was there . . . with his hands around my neck looking for the $200-with interest!
