Once upon a time I was involved with an organization that had members all across Canada, and, indeed, around the world. I was working with one individual, who knew far more about the internals of communications for the systems that we were using, on a project involved with getting the organization access to the Internet. He knew the internals; I knew how the Internet worked. (Yes, my child, there was networking before the Internet.) The organization did hold regular meetings, but for two years we worked together, but never, as it happened, attended the same meetings. So we had never met face to face. Finally, we did attend the same meeting. Because of the fact that so many of us worked, and lived, in various places, the name tags that we had for these meetings were very large, with our names very prominently displayed in large type. As I was entering one room a person was coming out. He looked at my name tag, and then looked at me, and then looked at my name tag, and then looked at me, and then looked at my name tag, and finally said, "You know, you're much *taller* on Notes ..."
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