Let me tell you a story about my trip to work Sunday. I got a call that something needed to hit air at 1:30 PM so I hopped in a cab in order to get to the international broadcast center more quickly. Except the cab driver couldn't find the place. I kept seeing the Olympic Stadium go by on different sides of the cab. We asked numerous Olympic workers if they could help us find the place, but mostly we were met with shrugged shoulders. Finally we pulled over and asked a policeman if he could help us and he said "you will have to find someone who's more familiar with the area.". Great. And where might we find them?! I received a frantic call requesting my whereabouts as I continued my tour of the immediate Olympic area. Finally the driver found the international broadcast center but could not enter the driveway because his car lacked the proper credentials. I ran at breakneck speed up the driveway toward my assignment. I must've appeared to be even more of a mad man than usual and would not have been surprised to have security gun me down. But at that point I really wouldn't have minded either.
I survived.
For now.
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