I'm at a great catered lunch at BloggerCon, on the outrageously gorgeous campus of Stanford University. It's been a very exciting morning, and I'll be writing down my thoughts on the sessions and people I've met in the near future. But for now, a funny story.

Yesterday I was at Williams College, my alma mater, participating in a panel session on careers in computer science. I left Boston for Williamstown in the morning, hung out at Williams until about 4pm, and then drove to the nearby Albany, NY airport for my weekend at Stanford. My friend Sam, also from Boston and attending BloggerCon, was going to get a rental car and meet me at the airport.

My plane arrived a bit early, so I called Sam to let him know. He was still picking up the rental car, so we decided I should head toward him and meet him there. "Hop on a shuttle."

Well, hopping on a shuttle took a while. I was starving (no dinner!) so I stopped at Subway. Then I looked around for the shuttle buses. Whoops, wrong level! The shuttle to the rental car center is on the third level and is a tram. The tram goes for 20 minutes across the huge airport, and lets me off on level three of the rental car center.

"Hi Sam. I'm staring at the Hertz counter and you're not here."

"Oh, I just got the car, you can just step outside and meet me."

"OK, I guess I have to go down to the first level to do that."

"Huh?"

"You know, the first level. Sorry it took so long by the way, the tram travels for a long time. This airport is so huge! It makes the big dig look simple."

"Oh, you're at the San Francisco airport!"

"Eh?"

Apparently, I gave Sam my airline and flight number, but not the destination airport. In case you're wondering, a trip from Oakland to SFO at 1:15am on Saturday morning takes about 20 minutes.