If I were to tell you that it takes 15 minutes to walk a mile, you could suggest to me that, if I walk quickly, it could take me 13 minutes. I agree and, sure enough, I manage to walk a mile in 13 minutes.
Impressed by my show of fitness, you offer that if I were to run, I could travel the mile in 8 minutes. I might protest that I have to cross busy intersections and I am not in very good shape, but coughing, wheezing and holding my sides, I run the mile in 8 minutes without being hit by a car.
Predictably, because of a situation beyond your control, you need me to travel the full mile in 1 minute flat. I shake my head and you break out 150 slides of Powerpoint to explain the paradigm shift of BAU and the ROI of traveling the mile in a minute. Months long schedules and matrices are broken out to show that indeed my section of the schedule is 1 minute long. You offer that my thinking is dated, that I need to embrace the possible and that I need to encourage the idea of the BIG idea. You also remind me that there is a guy in Mumbai that can travel the same mile in less time for a third of my salary.
Of course, I hop in my car and floor it, happy to have a job. All the 15 minute milers are forced off the road as I tear ass down the street trying to make my deadline. In spite of the reckless speed, I manage to arrive in one piece and one minute.
Momentarily pleased, you thank me, buy me a coffee while still managing to mention my initial reticence. I have achieved the nearly impossible and our world rejoices, except for that one guy in Mumbai.
Then your expression changes, and, with a look lacking all understanding, you simply say,
"Same time tomorrow?"
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