War Stories: When Business Trips Go Bad
Thursday, May 24, 2012 at 3:37PM As a consultant, client relationships are critical. Your client relationships are always front and center. So, with that in mind, there are certain phrases you never imagine saying to a client. On a recent business trip, I checked the following off the list:
- “I know we’re in the middle of an all day meeting, but would you mind taking me to a walk-in clinic?”
- “The doctor thinks I have chickenpox.”
- “I’m quarantined in Kansas City.”
The Q word. Never good.
Here’s how it went down…
We were in Kansas City for two days of important meetings with our client, Karen (not her real name) and a business partner. I woke up for the first day of meetings with a slight fever. No time to be sick though, so I decided to take some Ibuprofen and gut out the meetings. I made it through about three and half hours of cold sweats and fever aches, before asking my client, who lives in the Kansas City area, if she could drop me by a walk-in clinic, so I could get a prescription for an antibiotic.
She suggested going to a local minute clinic at a pharmacy not far from our meetings. Embarrassed, I told Karen that she could drop me off and I could take a cab back to the meetings or hotel. She declined politely and said, “No, I’ll wait. I want to make sure you get taken care of.”
Forty-five minutes later, I get called in to see the nurses at the minute clinic. By this time, I had developed a rash on my chest. The nurses took one look at the rash and referred me to a walk-in. Karen, expecting a quick prescription and return to the meeting, took the additional trip to a walk-in in stride. “No problem, there’s one down the street.”
At the walk-in, trying to end my humiliation, I suggested, more like pleaded, to Karen again that she could drop me off and head back to the meetings, but no dice. Instead, she offered to go pick up lunch, while I was waiting to be seen. She returns with a turkey sandwich and water. I finish half the sandwich before getting called back to see the doctor.
The doctor takes a look at my growing rash and calls in a colleague. They scratch their heads and leave the patient room to talk. A few minutes later, the doctor comes back.
“We think you have chickenpox.”
This is chicken pox.
The room is spinning and I’m pretty sure I’m in shock. This is already the worst day ever.
The doctor gives me a prescription and I head out to Karen’s car, where she’s been making calls and working off her smart phone. Her passenger window is open, and I stop about five feet from the car door because now I’m worried about being contagious and I have no idea if she has had chickenpox already. Karen surprises me again.
“Oh my. Well, get in the car; let’s get your prescription filled.” She’s had chickenpox and a shingles vaccine, so she’s not concerned. We head back to the pharmacy.
On the ride over, we start talking about repercussions. We have more questions than answers.
- Do we call the people we met with in the morning and let them know they’ve been exposed to chickenpox?...Of course, I have to. We call our colleague who is still at the meetings and she lets everyone know. Thankfully, everyone has had chickenpox or has been vaccinated.
- When will I be able to fly home? I call the airline. They say I need a doctor’s note. Doctors say it could be 7-10 days before I’m cleared. Great.
- Where am I going to stay? Karen offers to have me stay in her guest room at her house. I’m blown away and ashamed because I don’t think I would have made that offer. I politely decline. My aunt and uncle live in Kansas City, and they agree to host me at their house. Best thing to happen all day.
I haven’t told my wife yet what’s happening. I don’t want her to worry, so my plan is to call her once I am at my aunt and uncle’s house and can assure her that everything is fine. While I’m in line to get my prescription, the walk-in calls my cell phone. I let it go to voicemail as I am speaking with the pharmacist. The walk-in immediately calls my wife and tells her, “This is a walk-in in Kansas City. We’re trying to reach your husband. Can you provide us with his contact info?”
I get a text from my wife within minutes. “What the hell is going on? Are you okay?” This day just keeps getting better.
My client drops me off at the hotel and I head up to my room to pack. My aunt is on her way to pick me up. It’s a few minutes after 4 p.m. and I go to the front desk to check out of the hotel.
I get the bill from the front desk clerk. It’s for two nights. I only stayed one, so I ask why I’m being charged two nights. She says it’s past 4 p.m. and so they have to charge me a second night. The front desk clerk has no idea I have chickenpox. My head is spinning from the day’s events, so I pay the bill without making a fuss and make my way to the main lobby to wait for my aunt.
A few minutes pass and I come to my senses. There’s no way I am going to expense a second night back to my client who has already had to put up with my drama. I ask to speak to the manager. The manager, a young woman, walks from the back offices toward the front desk. As she comes around the front desk with a warm smile and reaching out to shake my hand, I notice she is a few months pregnant. Chickenpox and pregnant women should not mix, so I blurt out with a concerned look on my face, “Are you pregnant?”
She glares at me and curtly confirms that she is. I tell her I have chicken pox, which is why I am checking out early. She quickly arranged a refund for my second night. As she walked away, I looked at the front desk clerk and said, “That was awkward.” She just said, “Yes, yes it was.”
This was Monday. I spent the rest of the week itching and fighting off a fever at my aunt and uncle’s house. I was finally cleared to fly on Saturday.
Nice place to visit, but don't want to be quarantined here.
It is times like these when client relationships are truly tested. Fortunately for me, my client handled this situation with class and grace – a true testament to her character.
Have you had a business trip go bad? Does it top chickenpox in Kansas City? Please share your war story.


