It was Halloween in the late 1980’s; I was working for Ask Mr. Foster Travel Service (Carlson Travel) as a Financial Analyst. There was to be a Halloween Costume Contest – first prize was a pair of tickets to anywhere American Airlines flew in Europe. I was not going to participate, but instead be one of the judges. After all, I was an accountant type person, not a fun travel agent.
At the time we had a Vice President named Pam. She often wore black. She often wore a black cape. People were afraid of Pam; she wasn’t the warmest person in the office; not very approachable. When people saw Pam walking across the parking lot they would scream, “It’s the Wicked Witch of White Plains.”
Hmmm…………………….. (yes you know where this is going)
So I went out and bought a witches outfit; broom included. My friend Patty painted my face green. We put an ugly wart on my nose. The outfit was nothing special; compared to some of the elaborate costumes worn by others. The long black hair went down the front and back of my head.
The judging was about to begin. We were lining up in the hallway. And then I had an idea……………
A risky idea, but an idea. I grabbed one of those sticky name tags and wrote the The Wicked Witch of White Plains on it.
But then I had a better idea; tore that name tag up and wrote the following words on it……………..
