Encountering our First Amazonians

On the way down to the elevator in our hotel this morning I mentioned to Oliver that we were going to get coffee in a building where Amazon also has offices.

“Be careful what you say,” he said, “and don’t mention the New York situation.”

“You mean if we’re talking to anyone who works for Amazon?”, I asked.

“Yes, if you see any Amazonians,” he replied.

“I’m not sure that’s what they’re called,” I told him.

The woman in front of us in the line for the elevator turned around and said, smiling, “Yes, that’s what we’re called.”

We then had a pleasant chat on the way down about what we should see and do in Seattle.

Once we parted company, and were walking down the street en route to coffee, Oliver exhaled and said “Well, that was awkward.”