The Madam On the Train
Taking the train up to Ipswich today reminded me of a chance meeting going the other way.
I was going up to London on business and as my company was paying, I decided to have a full breakfast in First Class. C always used to have kippers! It’s sad to think that you can’t do that now!
I was sitting opposite a well-dressed lady in a formal blouse and dark skirt suit in perhaps her late forties or early fifties. You’d have thought she was a high-powered lawyer or accountant or perhaps the secretary to the chairman of a company like Shell or Lloyds Bank.
As we ate, she constantly questioned me about my business, but gave little away about what she did! I told her how we sold project management systems all over the world, how we did a lot of business in the Middle East and how we had become one of the fastest growing companies in the United States.
She then asked a surprising question. Did we ever need special services for overseas clients? I said that I didn’t know and she replied that all her girls were attractive, clean and many were public-school educated. We then chatted in a more general way about business and how you made it flow smoothly.
As we left the train, she wished me good luck and left me a card! I never used it!
The Anonymous Widower 