I was in the Bahamas a few years back for a friend's wedding and, in between golfing, drinking, fishing, drinking, etc., I had to run to the "business suite", which was basically a closet with a small wooden desk and chair and some backward-***, primitive computer, to recruit. Since I was drunk for the majority of my recruiting, I'm amazed that I recruited the #5 and #7 all-time leading scorers on my Pitt-Greensburg team.
Another time, on a trip to one of my daughter's gymnastics meets, I had to convince my wife that we needed to drive through the Duquesne campus so I could see the college I coached at and try to find the gym where the games were played. She thought I was an idiot. She just doesn't get it.