I try to be a woman of refined grace and culture, I really do. I wear pearls, for crying out loud. So why do I always end up being more like Lucy Ricardo than Audrey Hepburn?
Case in point. Hubby and I go to Barnes & Noble and we're talking to one of the workers at the "Nook" display. She and Hubby get into this conversation about all the attributes of the Nook while I listen halfheartedly (I have a Kindle) and drink my iced tea.
While I'm happily and innocently (and I might add, quite gracefully) enjoying my tea, everything suddenly goes south. The whole episode has played out in my mind in slow motion a thousands times as I try to think of what went wrong.
The woman is still talking about their product and she turns to look at me (no doubt, thinking I'm interested). I feel her gaze on me, so I lift my head to smile. Here's the rub. Evidently, I was more into that drink than I realized, because the suction on my straw took hold. When she looked at me and I lifted my head to look at her, that doggone straw hung on for dear life and dangled off my bottom lip. Pretty hard to look like Audrey Hepburn when that happens.
Hubby was all the while staring into his Nook. Not sure whether that was on purpose or not.
So there it is. I don't suppose you'd be brave enough to share your less than graceful moment with us?????