Friday! The weekend! Time to get crazy! Ah, whatever.

Man do I have a couple of cool things to share with you today! First, a story of honesty, citizenship and pride. Second, a story that will touch your very soul.

To begin, the Lincoln Tunnel was a mess yesterday morning. I was on time (as usual) but being stuck in traffic for an hour didn't help anything...I made it to work with a minute to spare, took care of business and then left the building to get some breakfast. As I was crossing the street to go to the bank, I saw two women walking down Broadway, they were involved in a deep conversation, 'woman A' drops her ipod, doesn't notice and keeps walking. I'm in the middle of the crosswalk when I see this, at first i thought it was a tissue...as soon as I realized it was a valuable ipod, I swooped into action. I ran over, picked up the ipod, ran down Broadway...

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...And handed it to the woman...she was very happy! After the bad commute, that made my morning.

Story #2 is a follow up to my Atlantic City story from Monday. But like yesterday, I'm going to let someone else tell the tale. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my boss, Justin:

Justin's story

"Bob Borden came into my office Monday morning. He entertained me with stories about how he and his friend Walter cheated death in Atlantic City. They fought loan sharks, crooked pit bosses, hookers with hearts of gold, skanky hookers, and the clever hotel detective.

Apparently Bob and Walter reserved a non-smoking room at the Sands Hotel and Casino. When they got there, they were quickly escorted to their room. From what Bob said, Walter couldn’t wait to un-pack. It was all he talked about. When they got to the room, they were horrified to find they were given an unmade-up room. It was filthy. Sheets everywhere, cigarette butts in the sink, the stink of death in the air. Bob called down to complain. Walter was crying, 'Where am I going to unpack? I can’t unpack here.' The person at the front desk reacted quickly and moved them to a clean non-smoking room. Everything was fine now, but Bob and Walter couldn’t help but feel somehow the weekend was ruined

I felt bad for Bob. The Sands hurt my friends… and they had to pay. So I jumped into action. Remembering my management training, I called the manager of the Sands. Told him the whole story. Told him about the dirty room. Told him about the butts in the sink. Told him about Walter’s disappointment about not being able to unpack. The manager didn’t want any trouble. He had his own problems. He didn’t tell me anything specific but I’ve always been good at guessing things. I think he may have a troubled marriage or some kind of problems at home. Maybe a fear of success. Possibly did a small stay in prison. Anyway, he credited Bob back the $149 he spent on the room. Everyone was happy. I felt good that I could help out my friend in need."

--Thanks Justin...can you believe that?! He got my money back! I love it when a plan comes together.

Astute bobborden.com readers will notice that my 'comments' board is back. Enjoy.

Have a great weekend!

Best,

Bob