100 miles per hour.
That’s the speed at which most wholesalers run daily.
And I was no different from you, screaming from office to office, advisor to advisor.
Naturally, as we blast through the day, human biology reminds us that right now would be a good time to find a restroom.
So it was that I raced into a vacant restroom on the second floor of an office building to do what we all must do.
As I sat, appreciating the momentary quiet of an empty bathroom, the front door opened.
Through the silence, I heard curious footsteps.
Rather than the footfall of a loafer or a laced dress shoe, this was the unmistakable sound of a high heel clicking on a tiled floor.
As my head began to rush with embarrassment, I peeked though the crack in the stall door.
Sure enough, the woman in the dress at the sink confirmed my worst fear.
In my unconscious haste, I had planted myself in the Ladies Room.
While I missed the sign on the door, the sign from ‘above’ was clear: sometimes we need to slow down.
Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error ~Moliere