I want to share two lessons I learned recently that will improve your future conference calls. The night I learned them, it wasn’t a dark and stormy one. Well, it was dark, being it was 9pm, but the sky was clear as I left my house and the stars shined down on my upcoming misfortune.
I had only driven a block when the car started steering funny, and at the stoplight I got out and saw my rear right tire was very low. The air pumps at first gas station I went to were out of order. So were the pumps at the second. The third had working pumps, but somewhere between station two and three, the low tire blew out its walls.
Fortunately I had a full-sized spare. With manly gusto I jacked up the car, removed the lug nuts, and tugged in vain on the flat tire for thirty minutes. It was stuck on the axle or something, I don’t know. At this time I was approached by a man with a shock-blonde mohawk-ish hairstyle, designer shirt and jeans, and retro-punk cowboy boots who asked if I needed help. I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, please.”
We talked and our consensus was that there must be a locking mechanism somewhere. Thirty greasy minutes later a distinguished looking gentleman--distinguished even in the shorts and “Margaritaville” t-shirt he was wearing--walked over and asked if we were having trouble. Without a hint of sarcasm, I said, “Yes, sir.”
“Is that the 2001 model?” he asked. I nodded--while wiping sweat off and grease on my brow. “I had one of those,” he said. “Only the lug nuts keep it on the axle, but I found my wheel had rusted onto the collar. I just got underneath and hit the tire till it popped off.” Satisfied with his contribution, he nodded and walked back to his car, confident we could take it from there. My stylish friend and I exchanged glances, then quickly looked around for something to beat the tar out of my tire.
The distinguished man was right. The tire popped off on my third frustration-venting hit from under the back of the car. It went into the trunk, and the spare settled on nicely. Our work done, my stylish friend shook my hand and abruptly left, off to go clubbing for the evening, or perhaps start a ska-punk band. I wish I knew.
One of the two lessons here is that in any meeting of the minds, you can never predict where or from whom great ideas will come from. The second lesson is that if you want to grab the attention of your conference call participants, start off with a good story illustrating your points.