Here’s a little bit of advice from me to you:
When I stop you, at least be sure the person whose name you are about to drop still actually works there.
First off, I don’t care who you know. Neither you nor they are above the law. Simply knowing someone who happens to work at the same place I do means nothing to me and will not immediately guarantee you a warning. As a matter of fact, it may encourage me in the opposite direction. A direction I naturally lean anyway, by the way. Do I always give a ticket to someone who knows a mutual friend/acquaintance? No. Do I always let them slide? Nope.
You know what will more likely get you out of a ticket? Brace yourself….
Feel free to take a moment to recover and then continue reading.
An old-school concept to be sure, but nonetheless much more successful. When you get stopped, instead of trying to dig up that chick’s name you dated back in high school that you are pretty sure became a cop and might work at the same place I do, why not go with something more along the lines of, “I f’d up.” You don’t even have to know what it was you f’d up. Just show some damn backbone.
Secondly, not only do I not care who you know, but I find it uproariously amusing when you drop a name of someone who has literally been gone for years. Seems you and ol’ what’s-his-face weren’t so chummy after all seeing as you have no clue where he’s currently employed.
Thirdly, there are ways to deliver your newly discovered news that we may share an acquaintance. An additional hint: smarmy (see also: douchy) deliveries are not the way to go. Neither is the “Hey doesn’t my life long pal out rank you” vibe. Just a heads up.
Finally, if you failed the first three steps, I will congratulate you on one thing. You have provided me with blog fodder.
In the words of Daniel Tosh…and for that, we thank you.
Anybody every try to name drop on you for a favor?