Red Herring is an American company, obviously. This morning we came to the congress and Lars forgot his name tag. He asked me to go back for it. I said no. Just lets look if they can provide you a new one. They gladly did. I wanted to put some flyers into the press room. After I couldn’t find it one of the Red Herring Hostesses came along to escort me to the press room. After she saw the flyers in my hand she immediately asked to do that for me. With pleasure.
Lather on I was repelled by the concierge of the conference hotel when I wanted to recharge my laptop. I went over to the red Herring office and they gladly did.