MUSINGS OF
REMMINGTON CURTIS
Winning At Other’s Expense
I walked into the coffee shop. It was packed. And loud. I scanned the room looking for my client. I wondered how we were going to be able to hear one another. Then it came. A deep, commanding shout from the back of the cafe, “Here!” Raising his arm. Index finger pointing to the ceiling. Strong. Decisive. He might as well have screamed: “I’m number 1!”