Sorry, but I didn’t take any pictures of me in my son’s shirt.Â I thought about it I couldn’t move that well.Â I couldn’t even get an ink pen in my shirt pocket.
So, to satisfy your desire for details, and to move with the flow of confessions, I once opened my suitcase, getting ready for a keynote address in Chicago, to find only right shoes.Â I found them great for turning right, but every time I tried to turn left, I fell down.
And then there was the time when I got to that iEARN conference in Spain, and I didn’t pack any underwear.Â Couldn’t improvise, so I went shopping.Â I’ll let your imagination paint the picture of me trying to buy underwear from a very matronly sales woman, who spoke absolutely no English!
I’m sure it must have been a hillarious site!
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