Back in Seattle Again

I survived the User's Conference. I enjoyed talking with the clients, learning how they used the products, what problems they had, what they nedded, etc. I didn't enjoy the first two presentations I did, but the last one was good. I also learned a lot about our company that I didn't know before.

So much for sunny Florida - I spent all day in the hotel and at night was going over presentations so I missed the party scene. The food was fabulous , there was a band, and even fireworks, and there was plenty to drink. Aparently a few people (clients) ended up in the pool in their clothes - and then took them off. Glad I wan't around for that part.

On the plane there was a guy in cruiser style motorcycle boots who had a fitted leather motorcycle jacket on.
"I noticed your jacket - what do you ride?" I asked.
"What?" he said. I thought maybe he hadn't heard me so I repeated.
"What do you ride?"
"Ride?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Sorry," I said - realization dawning late due to being over tired, "I assumed you rode a motorcycle because of your jacket and boots."
"Oh, yeah," said Mr. Poser, "I used to, but it rains a lot in Seattle." I guess poser boy thought that I couldn't possibly know what I talking about anyway (I was still in my suit and heels looking very corporate).
"Ah, yeah," I said, "I wrecked my 650GS and broke both of my arms in July." Poser boy looked confused. He didn't know what to say. He had been outed by a chick in a suit! He nodded his head and looked down and said nothing else for the rest of the 4 hour plane ride. Good thing he was on the other side of the aisle and could ignore me. It was quite strange.