If someone suggests you come to a meeting at 9.30am out by the airport, and you accept.... who is the bigger fool?
[The meeting in question was accepted on my behalf by a partner; but I was arguably a fool as well to go along with it. I did at least express my reservations. Well, I believe my exact words were: "You've got to be kidding me! How on earth are we supposed to get all the way out there that early? We'll have to leave at 7 o'clock!! And the traffic will be a nightmare." Call me Cassandra.]
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