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In August of 1984, I attended, with my friend Miguel Coutinho, who teaches
civil engineering at IST/Technical University of Lisbon,
the ASCE Hydraulics Division Specialty Conference at Coeur D'Alene,
Idaho.1
We flew from San Diego to Seattle,
rented a Lincoln Towne Car at the airport, and
headed east to Idaho while managing to do some sightseeing along the way.
As the Conference came to an end, Miguel and I prepared to return to Seattle. I told Miguel I would
go get the car and pick him up at the curb at the hotel entrance.
Miguel was waiting for me as I pulled up to the curb.
At the same time he got into the passenger seat,
another conference attendee also entered the car
through the rear door.
I thought Miguel had invited him, so I didn't say anything.
Miguel thought I had invited him, so he didn't say anything either.
A couple of blocks down the road,
noticing something strange,
our absent-minded, would-be intruder said: "Driver, is this the limo?"
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