So a mate of mine just wrote to me saying he’d just been in Detroit for a meeting with one of the global heads of Chrysler/Jeep.
Somehow my name came up and the client said how I’d presented to their global board to get them to let us make this to which my mate asked:
“Did he dress up for it?”
To which, apparently, the reply was:
“If you mean did he wear birkenstocks and a t-shirt, the answer is yes”.
I know it’s immature … I know I should be striving to be known for my smarts or at least doing good work for them … but for some reason, this makes me really, really happy.
Of course, that could also be because I’m usually referred to as ‘that Nottingham idiot’ … but deep down, having some important global dude know I wear Birkenstocks is almost the ultimate accolade.
Pathetic I know, but given the German sandals are now fashionista’s best friend, I’m kidding myself that the reason he remembers me is because he thinks I’m some trend setter, rather than a bald, four-eyed, overweight British bloke from Nottingham who lives in camo Birkies and Queen t-shirts, whatever the weather, whatever the meeting.