Recently I was asked if I have an area of expertise. Maybe, in certain circles, this is an innocuous, expected or even welcomed question. When I heard it, did a still silent double take, thought and stuttered and paused some more before eventually saying, “No. I do not. I’m not an expert at anything.”
Since then, I’ve begun looking at my point of view differently. And I realize that I could very well be an expert hotel guest. In the age of yelp.com, prospects of capitalizing on such a niche are likely null; however, it might be fun to spout my opinions on an otherwise restless weekend day.
Perhaps the personal benefits will be sufficient. I’m sure enough of my booking skills to exclaim: USA Today, our paths will never cross again.