Unintended Consequence of Meeting a Stranger
Coffee meetings are my preferred means of discussion. They are more intimate than a rushed lunch and simply more civilized than a crowded happy hour. Coffee has been the lifeblood of communication for hundreds of years, people sitting around a cup of hot brewed java, the energizing effects breaking our brains out of it’s prolonged slumber. Often I’ll arrive at a coffee meeting early (it’s a blessing and a curse) and get the chance to look around at the other folks enjoying conversation over their mugs and a biscotti or three. People are always happy in the coffeeshop, the stress of the day has not arrived yet, only hope is apparent on the faces of those enjoying morning coffee.
The one additional challenge, which I enjoy, is recognizing the person you are about to meet. Sometimes you can get a clue from a Twitter avatar or LinkedIn profile, but often you are going in blind. I’m not suggesting this is a blind date per say, and as someone who has not had the opportunity to take part in that certain enjoyment I honestly would not know. But for me, as someone who is always there early, I watch the door and try to guess if the person coming through is my next meeting.
Well last week I had a coffee meeting scheduled but this time I was running a little late, so I didn’t have my same lookout position. I jumped into line, ordered a dark roast (black, if you must know) and then looked around. Near the back room a person sitting down was obviously playing the lookout role and we acknowledged each other with a very manly nod. Walking over we shook hands and sat down for our conversation. Now let me interject at this point and just say that I was introduced to this coffee meeting by my friend Tim Walker who thought this person and I would share several things in common.
From the get go the conversation was interesting, this gentleman had started an online business, had very vocal opinions, we both had families about the same size and his wife had a very fascinating job. About ten minutes in I noticed his resume in a portfolio and that he was writing down nearly everything I said. Strange, I thought to myself. Then I quickly thought to myself, I could use more coffee. Things progressed smoothly until this exchange:
Him: “So tell me about your team.”
Me: “Well we have a few people on the team, Tim, who you obviously know.”
Him: “Tim?”
Me: “Tim Walker”
Him: “At (COMPANY NAME THAT IS NOT MY COMPANY)
Me: “Um, I don’t work there, I work at BreakingPoint.”
Him: “Um, I’m really, really late for an interview.”
Yes, we had both been talking to the wrong person for nearly twenty minutes and this poor guy was very late for an interview with a company here in Austin. Eh gads. Fortunately, we both rushed to our actual coffee meetings and, I can’t speak for my new friend, it worked out simply fine. But I couldn’t help think about my new pal. What happened with his interview? Did he get the job? Suddenly, simply because of a cup of coffee, I was intrinsically involved with this stranger. An hour later I got an email from my mistaken coffee acquaintance, the subject line simply said:
“Best Interview Ever”

