Have you ever had a conversation with a person that takes you to that zone where you find yourself somewhere between laughter and tears? Where part of you wants to roll on the floor laughing and the other part of you wants to crawl under the carpet in vicarious embarrassment? Where you find the task of keeping a straight face about as challenging as jumping into a swimming pool without getting wet?
I just had one of those moments. I must not disclose the name of said other person, nor the gender, nor any other characteristic. I must leave it to your imagination.
It’s nearing day’s end on a Friday, and I’m having a business conversation with the other person about next week’s schedule. With work left to be done, we agree to pick up where we left off on Monday. It’s at this point that I realize that Monday is Columbus Day. The convo went something like this:
Me: “Let’s continue this on Monday. Wait… I think Monday is Columbus Day. Hold on a second. Let me make sure we’re gonna be open.”
Other Person: “I know the banks and Post Office are closed, but I’m pretty sure most businesses don’t have Columbus Day off. I think they moved them all to Presidents day.“
