This morning I had an little embarrasing moment. There is a cabinet by my cube that holds office supplies. People frequently stop by to grab a pen or a notebook. So this morning someone is looking into the supply cabinet and with his back to me I recognize him. Let's call him Bill. I say, "Oh Bill, I am so glad you stopped by I need to talk to you." He turns around and looks at me and I immediatly say, "Oh I am so sorry, I thought you were Bill!". He looks confused and says in response, "I am Bill".
I certainly fumbled for words after that.
Happy Tuesday!
2 comments to Bill:
Ha ha, I love a good foot-in-the-mouth story! It's okay. One time I asked the nurse at Max's pediatrician's office when she was due. She wasn't. We never went back.
How old are you Rachel? You have a good start on 50-something. It's a great place to be!
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