It's time for a confession.
I used to have an assistant called Brandy. I drove her nuts, so much so that she went into comedy.
You see, when she had to book my flights, she'd have to remember I'd only fly in Boeings and Airbuses (please, don't ask). And when she had to book my hotels, she had to remember to find out if they had windows that opened.
After awhile, we came to understand each other. She understood that I was mentally impaired. I understood that she understood.
Now, perhaps in a fit of seeing &… Read more