I must have missed this article the first time they put it up at Dealbreaker.com, but I certainly got a kick out of it yesterday when they reposted it. Reporter Bess Levin is forced to make the morning commute into Greenwich, CT on assignment. Was there a story waiting to be uncovered or is this just penance for a greater crime?
One morning, a few weeks back (let's say 4), I inadvertently placed a scotch on the rocks meant for DealBreaker publisher Elizabeth Spiers on DealBreaker editor John Carney's desk.
John, who takes his scotch neat, flew off the handle and decided that the only punishment harsh enough, and befitting the crime, would be to send me on assignment to...CONNECTICUT. "The Metro-North train leaves Grand Central Station at SEVEN-THIRTY A.M. Make sure you're there early," he said, his voice booming.
And what did we learn from this little adventure commute? See, "Pardon Me, But Might I Suggest Greenwich?" to get the whole scoop.
