Dressed as a vagrant, I shamble inside the lobby. My disguise is perfect—right down to the patch on my elbow, and the fragrant odour of dumpsters and beer wafting about me. Absurdly, I pretend to be engrossed in the lecture—as though I were just another financially stable, respectable citizen, wanting to improve my leadership skills and advance my company's prospects for the future.
One by one, the other attendees snap out of their attentive trance and sneak furtive glances at me, murmuring to their companions. What happens next? That, my friends, is the REAL lesson of the day.