Last November, I walked out of Goa airport scanning the placards for my name. The hotel cab would be there to receive me, they had promised. I spotted the three letter abbreviation of my company on a placard and acknowledge their expectant wave with an answering wave. Another attendant asked for my name. He vanished thereafter, presumably seeking out the cab. Few minutes later, he came back checking for my name again. "You are taking me to the hotel, right? I had spoken to Albert from Chennai and he had confirmed the arrangements."
The guy looked confused and I was wondering what came over him when I spotted the placard again.
IFFI, it read..
"Oh! you are from Film Festival, I am from I F F" (expression on my face- thankfully I realised before you could do any goof up and take me to the festival)
The treacherous voice in my head- wish I had kept my trap shut and was going to IFFI rather than this annual budget conference.