Drove down to Mountain View this morning <br />to check up on my investment <br />of time, and a <i>little</i> money, <br />in the Google octopus. <br /> <br />Like a friend in a strange country, <br />the familiar rainbow letters <br />smiled from the logo <br />in front of the building. <br /> <br />Eyes sparkling, <br />the red-haired receptionist <br />in the lobby smiled, too. <br /> <br />'Is there a display <br />for the public? ' I asked, <br />reining in my wonder, <br />to find some kind of voice. <br /> <br />'Do you have a <i>meeting</i> here? ' <br />she inquired, the wattage <br />of her eye-sparkle <br />going down fast. <br /> <br />'Is this the main lobby? ' <br />I asked, bewildered. <br />'Don't people come here <br />from all over the world? ' <br />There had to be more than this. <br /> <br />'No, and if you <i>don't <br />have a meeting here, <br />I'll have to ask you <br />to leave! ' said the girl. <br /> <br />I pushed my way out the door, <br />muttering something <br />about the famous Google motto, <br />'Do no evil', <br /> <br />and puzzled how <br />a bonanza company <br />can be so dumb <br />about public relations.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/google-pilgrimage/
