Sorry, I thought a handshake sufficed in that case.kurtisnelson wrote:Hmmm... I never got a hug. Maybe you rescued him from an SG?
And actually, I feel sorry for Krissy. It was moments later that I started to notice my deoderant failing. I was just moments from beginning to feel awful, complete with low-grade fever and me not even feeling like running trains*. On the few occasions that this has happened at work over the last ten years, the first thing I noticed is the eau de aisselle, and I seek shelter away from any coworkers or customers.
That said, Krissy, it was a highlight of my week to be able to meet and visit with you on the way out to Epcot.
And Kurt, if you really need a hug, I can get it arranged. Heck, I could probably get the entire evening crew at the Magic Kingdom to come over and join in. Might be fun just to try...
* To get a sense of how often you can get me to not want to run Monorails, think of two AMD 103 P42s, and imagine them travelling 45 miles per hour toward the widest point of the Grand Canyon, pulling the Auto Train. Now, imagine that at the edge of the Grand Canyon is a ramp, the entire Auto Train gracefully mounts and runs off that ramp. After a few moments of soaring over and making it all the way across the Grand Canyon, the train lands perfectly on a railroad running parallel to the canyon wall without any of the cars derailed, and furthermore, a passenger's cup of coffee is sitting in the diner car and not a drop is spilled. It's normally easier to make that happen than to get me to not want to run Monorails.
