My name is Gayle DeRose and I am in the high-tech business. Data Collection. Data Acquisition. Rugged computing solutions.
I am the COO at L-Tron Corporation, and we partner with the best in the business: Advantech, Honeywell Scanning & Mobility, and Zebra Technologies, just to name a few. I do routinely blog about our business. And today I have been inspired to blog.
But let’s forget about L-Tron for a minute. My inspiration for today is… The Chicago Style Hot Dog!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am health conscious with my every day food choices, BUT airports are the exception (and frankly I look forward to every opportunity).
Recently, I was traveling back from California on a pleasure trip to see my brother for a few days. I was up at 3:30 am and on the road at 4:20 am for the 15 mile drive to catch my 8:15am flight – gotta love the Cali traffic. As my excellent luck would have it, I had a layover… in Chicago! Aww yeah! I even started thinking about my Chicago Style Hot Dog the night before.
- Would I have time?
- Would I be able to find one?
- Could I restrain myself and eat JUST one???
The flight was uneventful, with no delays- a nice surprise. We landed on time. GAME on!
Immediately upon landing I texted the arrival gate to my husband (he was at work in Rochester, NY at the time).
“Arrived at gate H11. What are the ‘dog’ coordinates?”
Intel text arrived shortly after.
“Chicago style hot dog located. Terminals C 18, C22”
Despair immediately set in. Was he joking? What had I done to deserve this? I would have to choose between grabbing my hot dog or making my flight? Hmmm, that’s a tough one. But hang on…my phone was buzzing. New text!
“CHICAGO DOG ALERT! Terminal L in front of Gate 3”
Now that’s what I’m talking about! Truly I would expect to find a Chicago style hot dog at EVERY terminal gate in the Chicago airport, I don’t get that!
Off I went. I walked and walked…and walked…and walked, carry-on in hand, reminding myself that all of this effort would be worth it.
I impressed myself by ordering just one and sent a picture message to my husband with the caption, “Jealous?” He immediately replied:
And 5 minutes later it was over, with only pleasant memories and a photo to remember my Chicago style hot dog.
At least I can say that technology did help. Between the internet and all of those texted intel messages, my day (& night) dream became reality. 🙂