Every great startup has those stories...you know the ones...the stories about employees going above and beyond the call of duty. Usually they involve a core set of developers, mass quantities of cola, and thirty-six straight hours of coding.
Well...here's my addition to the lore of good2gether.
I needed to be in New York Friday morning for a meeting with the The New York Times. I was scheduled to leave Chicago Thursday night on American. At the last minute American decided not to uphold their end of the plan.
Tuesday & Wednesday night...there was a a line of thunderstorms that screwed up O'Hare and as a result dozens and dozens of flights were canceled...and over 1,500 people slept on cots at the airport Wednesday night. They were telling everyone who was flying on Thursday to check the status of their flights...there were tons of residual delays and cancellations.
So...like a good boy...I called America. Not once. Not twice. But three times. Yup, my flight was good to go and on time - departing O'Hare at 5:50PM and arriving at LaGuardia at 9:15PM.
Then they delayed it 20 minutes.
Then they delayed it an hour.
Then they canceled it.
Then they couldn't tell me when I would be getting to New York.
But for a whole bunch of reasons - not the least of which was a meeting at The New York Times - I had to get to New York.
Enter Sherri...the greatest travel agent in the history of man. True. She tried all the airlines. No go. I wasn't flying to New York. She tried Amtrak. No go. I wasn't training to New York. She tried the car rental companies. No go. No driving to New York - no one would give a one-way rental. But Sherri is like Kris - she won't take no for an answer. So she started calling the car rental counters...and she found me a car with Hertz.
So at 7:30 or so Thursday night I got my car, plugged in my destination, loaded up on Diet Pepsi and candy...and started driving to New York. The pic at the start of the post is of the Hertz Neverlost GPS system in my car ...and though it's a bit blurry...if you look carefully in the lower right hand corner you'll see '865'. That's the number of miles from the Hertz pickup at O'Hare and the Paramount Hotel in New York City.
Some observations along the way:
- It's long way to drive by yourself.
- A lot of trucks.
- I stopped 6 times for bio breaks (told you I was drinking lots of Pepsi, didn't I?)
- Three times for gas.
- Two times to sleep; once for 1.5 hours and the next time for 45 minutes.
- I swear, it's faster to cross Ohio than it is to come out of the Lincoln tunnel and to get up to mid-town.
- Pennsylvania is really, r e a l l y wide (or long - depending upon your point of view)
- 15+ hours is a long time to be in a car.