Bob Michaels
Director, Project Management
Seattle
Bob was new to the world of auctions. One day, in the Seattle Sheraton, armed with a bid card that was funded by a friend’s credit card, he mastered the art of raising the card but failed to understand the finer points of taking it down. A few stunned moments later, a signed Detlef Shrempf jersey was his for $1,500.
The skaters were twirling away on the ice in their oversized anthropomorphized animal suits, but Bob was concerned. What did that random code flashing before his eyes─the one that no one else seemed to notice─mean? It must be secret communication from a great alien Overmind. Or was it just a blacklight revealing the up-until-then-invisible ink on his eyeglass lenses? Oh well. An honest mistake.
