I was sitting in Thomas Read's, with my back to a bookcase as she made her way over. GW was to my right, CPF and P across the table deep in discussion about wedding dresses, flowers and honeymoons.
I had noticed her casting furtive glances in our direction ever since her friend had taken her elbow, pulled her close and whispered in a "don't look now.... but" manner. Having seen it happen a thousand times before, I was certain I knew what was coming.
Beautiful in an elegant, effortlessly understated way, she fixed her skirt and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she approached.
"Hi" she said brightly, flashing a mega-watt smile.
"Hel-lo" I replied, confused. This wasn't the way these things usually went.
From the corner of my eye I noticed the CPF's inquisitive "Who the bejaysus is she and how do you know her" look. Curious to see how the situation would progress I ignored it, she obviously didn't realise what was happening.
"How are things?" she asked.
"Good, thanks. And yourself?"
"Great"
"Good"
She looked at me for a few seconds, as if waiting for me to continue the conversation before finally asking with mock indignation...
"Are you not going to shake my hand?"
With a theatrical nod of the head in GW's direction, I replied "I think you need to look a bit to the left"
"No I don't"
"Trust me - you should look a teeny bit to the left"
"No"
"Just look"
"No. You'll laugh at me.. or make jokes about me."
I stood up and stepped past the CPF's chair to shake her hand.
"Should I know you?"
"No" she said.
"But you know me?"
"Yes... well no. I mean, I don't know you personally but I know who you are"
"You do?"
"Yes"
"Because you've seen me on TV?"
"Yes"
"That's right. Because I am...?"
"GW"
"I think you'll find that's GW"
Turning to see her friends delighting in her mistake, she held her head in her hands and groaned in embarrassment.
"Shit! You're right. I recognise him now. They just pointed in this direction and said 'That's GW over there' . I thought it was you. I'm sooo sorry for disturbing you. "
Then she turned on her heel and fled.
Without even saying hello to GW.
Thursday 8 January 2009
If no one knows your face, then no one knows your name
:: The Bad Ambassador :: 17:45
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4 comments:
You letter dropper you :-)
Not very well known letters though, so they would only have made a small clang! as they dropped.
So you're a bit of a clanger then?
lmao - Awesome! I've done something similar in the past. I know that girl's pain.
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