One Second
I was talking animatedly with a colleague, and we were coming round a corner when I stopped and pointed to the new artsy sculptures recently put on display by the upper management. Grinning broadly, I opened my mouth, I took the breath, and suddenly -
"Hi Mr. Company President!" said my friend as Mr. Company President stumbled upon us. I shut right up.
If he had brushed his teeth for one second more that day...
If his parking space was 2 metres farther from the building...
If he had been wearing his uncomfortable dress shoes...
...just one second later, and the company president would have walked right into me as I announced that the sculptures in his foyer looked like giant dinosaur turds...
One second.
*shudder*
posted by Franny @ 12:08 PM
6 Comments
6 Comments:
that one second saved you from a "foot in the mouth" moment! Gotta love that!!
A pretty close call if you ask me. Giant dinosaur turds Huh...I think I seen his sculptures around here.
That was an eerily close call!
This was certainly a "whew" moment for you. I'm sure that he would have remembered you forever if he had been two seconds later. Thank goodness you were saved from that embarrassment. You are so very funny, as always.
I wanted to thank you for your continued kind and caring comments over the past several months following my surgery. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy knowing how many wonderful blogfriends I have.
Maybe that's the exact image the sculptor was going for? OK, maybe not. :)
Thanks for the dream analysis. Quite the inner eye you have there. Your interpretation lines up with some real life situations.
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