The World’s Worst Traveler And Her Business Success
It all started with her being seized by the simple whim to pack her suitcases and head off to whatever European city entered her mind, for a few weeks. It was, after all, mid-summer and she needed to get away for a while. A major monkey-wrench was thrown into her very simple plan, when was told by every travel agent in the city that she should have booked during the spring, when seats were still available.
In the end, she had been left with no choice but to change her travel plans somewhat. Instead of heading to a city of her choice, she wound up booking a flight to the only destination for which seats were available. That it happened to be the capital city of a tiny country she had never heard of before did not deter her one bit. She stuffed her suitcase full of girls shirts and shoes and other essentials, and off she went.
That, in brief, was how she landed in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. No one, absolutely not one single one of the people that she had encountered since boarding the plane, was able to understand her language. As a result, she’d had a bit of a hair-raising moment when clearing customs. For some unfathomable reason, instead of stamping her passport and letting her through as she’d expected, the agent pointed to her Swarovski earrings and began gibbering in highly excited tones. Certainly, she thought, I must have broken some local custom or prohibition. But luckily, through a combination of sign language and crudely drawn illustrations of stick figures in what looked to be police uniforms chasing stick figures armed with what looked to be guns, the agent made it clear that he was only warning her about a problem with local thieves.
The moment that she stepped outside the airport, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake. She had packed light, summery clothing when the climate was anything but. An icy blast blew her skirts up almost over her head, delighting some of the male travelers who had been with her on her flight, and who were now flagging cabs or being picked up by relatives. She clutched her skirts about her, and resolutely stepping in line for one of the waiting cabs.
This time, luck appeared to be on her side. The driver, a portly fellow wearing a pork-pie hat, was not able to understand her language in the spoken form, but he was able to recognize the name of her hotel when she pulled out her travel reservation and showed it to him. After heart-stopping twenty minute ride on highways peopled with drivers who all seemed to be racing-car drivers in training, she finally arrived safe and sound, at her hotel.
Bright and early the next morning, she arose and set straight out for the city’s center, despite her experiences of the previous day. It turned out to be one of those life-changing decisions that happen so very rarely. For, wherever she turned, she was shop windows filled with row upon row of exquisitely and ornately designed men wedding bands. In a flash, she had her calculator out and, after doing all the math, concluded that she could easily make more than five hundred percent profit if she resold them back home.
That day, on a street out in the middle of nowhere, a new business came into the world. There still is not a single citizen of that strange little country who is capable of speaking a language other than the one that they were born to. But that does not bother our heroine. She prefers it that way, since it helps to keep where she gets her rings from a closely guarded secret. She has, after all, learned their language.
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