It looked bad. Very bad. She surprised me just as I was withdrawing my hand from the depths of her bag. "Ex! cuseme! Whatareyoutakingfrommy bag?!"
Did I mention that I suffer from vasomotor instability? (No this is not a form of kleptomania occuring in pure fools. It's what you call blushing.) I froze, in mid-air, but my neck followed by my face sprinted out to a bright shade of pink. Hot pink--sweat balls sprung out all over my forehead and upper lip.
I was rendered mute with confusion, incapacitated by embarrassment. The whole reason for my trip to Washington DC this week, my professional quarry as it were, stood next to me at long last. Mere moments ago she was thanking me for attending her organization's big annual governmental affairs and legislation session. And I was strategizing to myself over how best to hit her up for a regular policy/politics column.
I think they should ban give-away briefcases at these meetings. How's a person supposed to tell one from the other?
DC jails aren't so bad though, once the delousing and cavity searches are over.
Oh dear. Poor em.
Posted by: Em | May 03, 2005 at 07:38 PM
s'aright. i busted out. :-)
Posted by: em | May 03, 2005 at 07:41 PM
Cool, 'jailbird em'. Did you get your prison ink done?
Posted by: Splee | May 04, 2005 at 02:40 AM
Nice!
Posted by: The Long Lost One | May 04, 2005 at 09:23 AM
just a tasteful 'who's ur Daddy?' Nothing garish. ;-)
Posted by: em | May 04, 2005 at 09:32 AM
I blame the internet.
Posted by: Greavsie | May 04, 2005 at 01:45 PM
yeah, that or the TV...close call.
Posted by: em | May 04, 2005 at 02:13 PM
Nah, blame the computer games. Shoplifter. Or was that Choplifter? I never can remember. Nevertheless, it's at fault I tell ye.
Posted by: Splee | May 04, 2005 at 02:25 PM
I quite fancy a bit of a cavity search right about now!
Posted by: Southern Bird | May 04, 2005 at 03:35 PM