I’m in Victoria, Canada, at IP3, a conference hosted by Andrew Wilkinson, founder of Tiny and a friend.
I was lucky enough to fly first class on this trip. When the flight attendant approached me and my seatmate, he said:
“Mr. Pecker, would you like something to drink?”
Mr. Pecker ordered a mimosa. One of five that he would drink over the five-hour flight.
People drink a lot of alcohol.
Then the flight attendant looked at his clipboard, found my name, and said, “Mr. Dicks…” and paused for a fraction of a second, doing everything he could to hold back a smile.
Pecker and Dicks, sitting side by side.
I ordered an apple juice.
