I’m in Omaha with Clark and Otto at a “Windows and Doors” trade show.
Yes, it’s as exciting as it sounds.
My 12 hour drive here with Otto was informative. I learned that he’s one of those people that likes to read aloud the names of every street sign and billboard you pass on the road.
That never gets tiring.
I also learned that Otto gets carsick and can’t read a map. And that he likes to drum his fingers on the dashboard and hum along to talk radio. I learned his license has expired and I’ll be doing the entire drive here and back.
We’re sharing a room at a Super 8 Motel while Clark bunks down at a real hotel.
Otto snores. Oh, he also likes to leave the lights on while he sleeps. And the television.
Did I mention that I’m considering killing Otto?
We’ve seen our boss, Clark, once.
He took us to our booth at the convention centre, handed us each a stack of promotional material and then disappeared into the crowd.
So, for now, I smile, nod, and hand out fliers to conventioneers that seem more interested in finding a bar and a local prostitute than in reading product information about Hamish Industries.
But then again, that could just be the fatigue setting in.