I was reminded Sat of the professor, employed by one of our fine institutions of higher learning, who having a meeting in another city, drove there. When the conference closed, he flew home and called his wife asking she come pick him up.
She reminded him they had only one car and he had driven it to that conference.
On another occasion, he opened a class with a few remarks and one of the students told him he was in the wrong class room. Embarrassed, he folded up his stuff, left the room went down the hall a few feet, entered into the same room through the door at the back, walked to the front of the class and began again.
Both of those stories were told as being 100% true and about one of our finest.
I shudder at times, primarily, because I cannot help but wonder how close I am to that status.
What do you mean I already am?