You know when you see someone and they look just like someone you know? Yesterday I sat across the table from Johnny Sack. I wondered what he was doing at my meeting in Chicago? Is he expanding his territory? How did he get out of jail? It was so spooky to think that the fellow sitting across from me, who claimed to be from Georgia (and had a darn good southern accent), could make one phone call and have me killed.
It is amazing how one's imagination can run away with you when you're trapped at a meeting.