Swiss Mister spent yesterday in Milano (left the house at 6am for a 7.20 flight -- ugh), ready to achieve Great Things for THE ANONYMOUS COMPANY.
He arrived to the meeting on time -- how Swiss! -- but his counterpart was late (very Italian). When the counterpart finally did arrive twenty minutes later, he had a reasonable excuse. This counterpart (picture a grandfatherly Italian) had come to Milano the night before and stayed with his mother (Mamma mia!). He'd left the house in the morning, briefcase in hand, had an espresso, and then...he was promptly mugged by two (2) sixteen-year-old thugs.
Said thugs took his wallet, the contents of the briefcase, his work computer, and his company brochures and pricing information. He persuaded them to give him back his agenda so that he could have the address of the meeting.
Luckily the counterpart wasn't roughed up (only shaken), but with no facts and figures on hand, there wasn't actually much to discuss...which Swiss Mister was very happy about: how do you take more money out of the pockets of your just-robbed grandfather, anyway?
Instead, Swiss Mister emptied his own pockets, buying his Miss lovely leather gloves during an afternoon Italian shopping trip.
THE ANONYMOUS COMPANY should be very happy with Swiss Mister's performance under the trying circumstances. I know I am!
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Classy move, Swiss Mister. I thought the story was going to end with with Swiss Mister buying Pappa lunch and consoling him. The gloves, however, are much more romantic.
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