On a recent flight from ATL to SNA there were several small delays in getting started. First the incoming plane was late, then there was the “cleaning”, finally they started the boarding process wile announcing that the plane was going to be catered, but the catering would be loaded as we got on (“to save time”). The first people on included three people in wheelchairs, two with oxygen, and several people with crutches and canes. As this plane was headed to a Disney location there were many small children in the next phase of loading. Those of us with many miles trooped on. Trying to cooperate with the flight attendants, this was a full bird that might – with a lot of good luck and cooperation – take off close to on time.
So on a recent business trip to Brazil, where I was fortunate enough to be at the Hilton Morumbi where I do not have to shove furniture to hold back wandering shouting people in the halls. What is of note is the use of social media, in particular facebook (or farcebook as Mark is fond of calling it). While making it thru the maze of passport control at the Sao Paulo airport (GRU), the young lady checking my credentials was getting into facebook as I approached her desk. Checking her posts and friends, before checking my passport and visa. Counting the months left on the visa on her hand before allowing me to pass.
Social media, interfering with everyone’s life….
So on my MQ travels this week, I elected to drive to visit a customer. Typically driving to a customer who is less than 200 miles away is faster and with less hassle then flying (Take off your shoes! Put your laptop in a bin! Bend over!). Or so I believed.
Beliefs are meant to be tested, and mine were.
But this time I am at the Morumbi Hilton. A lovely hotel, with an outstanding staff.
So on the plane down here a lovely young woman sat in the center seat of the “economy comfort” row. We started talking, and she is part of a group coming to Brazil for an MBA project. She’d never been before, so I helped her fill in her immigration forms and answered some questions. 3-4 days in Sao Paulo, then 3-4 days in Rio for her group. The excitement just radiated from her.
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While on a plane, I suddenly noticed a very familiar scent. At first I could not quite place it, then I turned to the lady beside me and asked ‘Do you stay at a lot of Hilton hotels?’ She looked surprised and replied that she does. She had just applied some of the lotion we all liberate from the hotel as they are in TSA approved sizes (and it’s really nice lotion).