I forgot to mention that last week in Valencia I seriously met a guy named Inigo Montoya. I was looking over someone's shoulder reading an e-mail and saw this guy's signature.
I asked, "Is that guy for real?"
"Of course he's real. He sits over there. Why?"
"Inigo Montoya?? 'Hello my name is Inigo Montoya? You killed my father, prepare to die'??"
Blank stares. They had no idea what I was talking about.
For crying out loud.
So when I got home I just had to find a clip from the Princess Bride to send my colleagues in Valencia. That guy is going to hate me.
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