Picture it. 7 AM. My wife and I have just arrived at the parking deck at her office. She heads to work, I start walking the 3/4 of a mile to my office. My path takes me by a lot of interconnected buildings in downtown Atlanta (Marriott, Marquis, etc) so I tend to wind my way through the buildings just to see something besides cracked sidewalks and homeless people on crack. I get to the lobby of one of the hotels and I see that a convention is starting up for the morning. They have the requisite continental breakfast type of food out. People are just sort of standing around and chatting, not paying attention to what’s going on.
I decide I am thirsty. I see a table loaded with OJ, Coke, and apple juice. I decide that if it seems safe, I will casually walk by and sang an apple juice using my stealth ninja techniques I learned from watching action movies.
All goes well. I have the juice! I start walking away a little faster just in case someone takes issue with my juice pilfering. I open it up, take a healthy swig and start looking back to make sure no one has noticed.
That’s the point when I ran straight into a giant concrete post and subsequently spit the juice out on the post and myself. There has to be some kind of lesson to learn from this story.