I couldn’t find street parking before a Board meeting in the Boston Innovation District, and so, I parked in one of those garages where they valet your car.
The valet person was very friendly, and he initiated a conversation. He came to the U.S. from the Dominican Republic. He was 24 and came alone. He had very little. In fact, he didn’t have a suitcase. All of the clothing he had was what he was wearing.
He’s now married and has four children. His English is very good. He never took a class, and instead, learned the language by parking cars for about 20 years.
Unfortunately, he is one of many people whom I un-consciously ignore every day. The lady who takes my order at Chipotle. The guy sweeping the street. The folks who clean my house.
I’m realizing more and more that I live in a Bubble. I hang out with entrepreneurs, bloggers and VCs. I regularly have business meals at restaurants at which the average household eats only rarely and only on special occasions.
I’ve got to stop ignoring accidentally most of the people around me.
How do I prick this Bubble?