Ok, not writing this to make myself sound good, but just because of the coincidence of it.
I had to come into work this morning. My office is in downtown Charlotte. I pulled the truck into the parking lot across the street which was empty due to it being a Sunday and the fact that everything's covered with ice.
So, I get out of the truck, cross the street, and walking toward my building. I could hear someone shouting, "Sir, excuse me, Sir?", and then a whistle. Now, there are a number of street people around here and usually looking for handouts, so I almost didn't even acknowledge the calls, but I decided to turn around and look.
There's a guy in front of the hotel across the street calling to me. He's in business atire and a long wool overcoat. He's stranded in town due to the weather, is waiting for a cab that hasn't shown up, and needs to get to the airport to catch a flight to Knoxville.
I explain that I have a conference call in 10 minutes, but he's desparate to get to the airport. I decide to take him and start the conference call from my cell phone. We chat a bit along the way before my call starts, and I found out that he's from Maryville TN. He asked if I had heard of it. I told him I ride up in that area on the motorcycle and he told me that he also rides a VULCAN. Of all things, I rescued a guy that not only rode bikes, but rode a Vulcan too! Small world, huh?