You are the industry colleagues who waited alongside me for a Suburban that would shuttle us to the hotel for a conference. I decided to take one for the team and crawl into the very back, where I sat silently as you chatted away during the entire ride. Upon arriving at the hotel, you all got out and closed the doors, stranding me. Have you ever folded up a second-row SUV seat from the third row? It’s no easy feat, and opening a sliding door from that perch is another challenge. Fortunately, once I got out, the driver was still there to hand me my bag, but you all were long gone. May your banquet salads have been coated in salmonella.
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