Friday, September 29, 2006

You never get a second chance to make a first impression

Last night, I wanted to go to the local signing for this book, but hubbie and I got out of the gym too late and I didn't have time to change. Assuming that the reading was already underway upstairs, I ran into the store in my sweat-soaked Red Sox t-shirt and spandex tights, thinking I could buy a copy without anyone but the clerk seeing (or smelling) that I was there.

Silly me.

Not only was the author still standing by her books, surrounded by a flock of adoring fans, she offered to sign one for me as I slunk through the crowd. "What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Brenda" I replied.

(okay, that's not really what I said. But I wish it was. When will I learn?)

4 comments:

Amanda Brice said...

LOL! I'm sorry...that sounds like something I'd do.

Swishy said...

Totally something I would do too! But good for you for working out .. I've been horrible this week.

LEstes65 said...

Well, think of it this way...Steve would probably say that HER first impression of you was much more "you" than MY first impression of you (Lord & Taylor Lady). HA!

sarakastic said...

Just say "laundry day". Laundry day is univerally understood. At least you weren't wearing a cowboy hate & tie-dye, could've been much worse.