As many of you know I travel a good deal for business. I’ve been doing a fair amount of consulting and speaking lately, and of course I travel for my own company. I was recently in Texas for a television taping. Now, something I’m proud of is that I’ve become an ace traveler. I used to make frequent short trips to Asia for business, and I’ve got the jet-lag thing nailed down pretty well (Texas is a walk in the park compared to those days).
But nothing ever prepares me for the humorous cultural differences even in our blessed 50. To wit: I arrived in Dallas fresh off a really early morning flight, so I decided to grab some breakfast. After my coffee, eggs, and tomatoes (instead of bacon and hash), I was all set to pay my check when the waitress came over, looking concerned – in fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say disapproving was a more apt description. She gave me a good looking over, and in all the chiding severity of a stern grandmother, said, “But, honey, you haven’t even had your dessert yet!” She motioned to the glass case of various cakes, cobblers and other sweets. I suddenly noticed that a few guys at the counter were digging into assorted pie slices to top off their greasy spoon breakfasts. Of course, I said no, but not without some negotiating. I left feeling like a puppy with his tail between his legs – the nerve of me, not having dessert with my breakfast! I love travel, and I always have a good time in Texas, but dessert – for breakfast? Come on!