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| Jim Morgan |
| Early on at High Cotton, Tim and I made the rounds of gift industry trade shows to keep our reps honest and, hopefully, move some of our zany products. One of the first shows we did together was in Chicago. I had scored a cheap room at the Ritz Carlton.....just couldn't take any more super 8's! We checked into the hotel, had dinner, a modest bottle of wine, and proceeded to turn in. We each finished our bathroom routines and climbed into our respective beds. As I recall, Tim was reading Time Magazine and I had a book. I had been having trouble sleeping soundly, so I took a sleeping pill. Within minutes the book had fallen to the floor and I was in a deep slumber. About 3 o'clock in the morning I got up to go to the bathroom and, not wanting to disturb Tim, didn't turn on a light. As I got near the bathroom door I suddenly fell over something.....soft! I reached up and turned on the bathroom light only to find Tim, his blankets and mattress wedged in the hallway and against the front door. I said, "What in God's name are you doing here"? He replied, "If I could have gotten the mattress through the door I would be sleeping in the hotel lobby! Your snoring has kept me awake all night!” Needless to say, I felt terrible and was determined to make sure my best buddy got a good night’s sleep. So the next night, after dinner and more modest wine, when Tim went up to the room, I headed to the hotel gift shop in search of some kind of ear plugs. Nothing seemed right until I spotted a box of Tampex. Perfect I thought. Round, look sound proof and have these handy strings at the end for easy removal in the morning. I burst into the room full of excitement for my weary looking friend and told him his sleepless nights were over. Bingo, I pulled the box of Tampex out of the bag. All he could say was. “You bought the super size!” I said, “Don't worry, we can trim them down and they will fit perfectly into your ear canals. You’ll sleep like a baby.” Tim had the good grace the next day to say nothing about how well he slept. I didn't ask, but in all the years that followed, whenever we traveled together, we both got our own rooms. Sweet dreams dear friend. |
