I’ve always worked under the assumption that when you’re at a customer’s site, you are at the mercy of the customer. They say when the day starts and when it ends; where you eat; and of course what brand of soda or beer (hopefully beer) you can drink. But the one thing I was never prepared for was when a customer forced me to ride a pony. I was installing software at a beer distributor. It was your basic run of the mill install – set up the server, connect it to the host, load the handheld, preparation fortraining – nothing out of the ordinary. Training was on a Wednesday afternoon and everything was going really well. The owner invited me out for dinner at the local barbeque place, which is renowned for its ribs. I met up with the owner and his wife, and their IT manager. The owner orders for me and I swear he ordered me 4 lbs of ribs. I tried my best to eat as many ribs as possible and by the end of dinner you could have rolled me out of there. As I was walking (waddling) out, the owner suggested that we go to the IT manager’s farm and have a beer. Off I went - who am I to turn down a beer. The farm was awesome – way out in the middle of nowhere. It was just about dusk and we were enjoying a nice, cold beer when the strangest thing I’ve ever heard was said. “Alex, you should ride the pony.” I stuttered “Uh?” Again but now with much more force, I hear “Alex ride the pony.” I had no choice - the customer is always right - so I got on the pony. My feet were scraping the ground and the IT manager led me around the yard on the pony.
We promised never to speak of it again