Every where I walk in downtown Atlanta. My hotel lobby, the streets, around the Georgia Dome, outside a restaurant, everyone is wearing a badge. Some let them hang around their neck, others pin them to their lapels. Regardless of what you’re doing or where you’re heading, you have to wear your badge.
I didn’t really notice it last night until I had to find a place to eat. Almost every restaurant I went to was closed due to a VIP party. “Well, anyway of getting in?” I would ask.
“Not unless you have a badge,” is what I was told by a cute girl standing outside the door.
Then I see them all coming, people with badges…and proud of it. They were going to an exclusive party. They were VIPs…because their badge told them so.
