Forgot to mention something ridiculous that happened in Atlanta. There was a big formal event one night at the World of Coca Cola. Coca Cola got its start in Atlanta and this place is like a giant Coca Cola museum and store, similar to Hershey World in Pennsylvania.
The big reception was taking place in the lobby, but all the museum exhibits were still open at least they did not appear to be blocked off. While everyone else was enjoying wine and cocktails, mingling with hors d’oeuvres, I decided to explore the museum.
Since the museum was closed to the public and everyone else was in the lobby mingling, I was the only person walking through the museum. The exhibits were nice, I learned a lot about Coke’s origins, but nothing really pulled at me until I got to a giant safe.
I am in this giant room and the only other thing in this room is this enormous shiny safe. From what I understand, the safe contains the original recipe for Coke.
To be completely honest, I could care less about the coke recipe, but I was fascinated about the biometric hand scanning method of entry for the safe. I have never seen a hand scanner like this before, so I wanted to take a closer look. I walked up to the metal rail, leaned my head over it, and put my face about 6 inches away from the hand scanner and then “BOOOONNNKKKK, BOOOOONNNNKKKKK!!!!” alarm noise came blasting through the loudspeaker, it scared the flipping pee out of me. I jumped back and looked around and then a voice came through the loud speaker and said, “Sir, back away from the safe and please proceed through the double doors to the right and rejoin the reception.” The voice was calm and courteous, but I was super embarrassed! I walked through the doors and tried my best to integrate myself into the civilized conversation like nothing had happened. The whole time I was thinking, there is some person in security who must be laughing hysterically seeing a grown man jump back 3 feet from the safe, I would have loved to have seen the footage.
This weekend, I needed to chill out. I visited several record stores hunting for Otis Redding records, but none were available, it was relaxing nonetheless.