Yesterday’s appearance did not produce a funny story. Today, however, was much more amusing. (Please excuse the shameless name dropping, but it’s what makes the tale so amusing).
I shot a brief segment for Wall $treet Week on the Magazine Cover Indicator. They saw the Contrary Indicators 2000 – 2003 Bear piece, and wanted to discuss what the various signals meant, and how to apply them.
It will run on Friday at 8:30 on PBS. We shot over 20 minutes of tape, of which they will prolly use 15 seconds . . .
So I take off the make up, gather my briefcase and papers, and head out the door — which is locked, I can’t get it open, eventually figure out you have to hit the buzzer.
At the same time, someone is trying to “buzz” in. We kinda collide, I excuse myself, and start heading out the door . . . when suddenly, something dawns on me.
“Um . . . Paul Krugman?” I ask.
“Yes. . . ”
I’m flustered, but somehow manage to gather my wits and say: “Funny, I just quoted you on Wall $treet Week about Magazine Covers — “Whom the Gods would destroy, they first put on the cover of Business Week.”
I’m kinda discombobulated, and given my general lack of social graces, I momentarily forget to introduce myself, but — surprisingly — I avoid an awkward moment. Recovering, I say “Hi, I’m Barry Ritholtz. A pleasure to meet you . . .” I hand him a business card, and he says “Oh yes, I’ve received email from you.” He must get a million emails a day, so I suspect he is merely being polite, for which I am terribly grateful.
The odd thing is, I almost didn’t recognize him as I literally ran into him. He looks quite professorial — kinda rumpled, smallish, a bit disheveled, very unassuming. Seems like a nice guy.
How’s this sound: “Mediocrity Within Spitting Distance of Greatness” ?