I was so on. I was witty, I was intelligent, I was even wearing something other than jeans and a t-shirt while I chatted urbanely with several important members of the department. Oh yeah, it was just my day to shine.
Until I realized that for the last ten minutes I'd been standing like a praying mantis. You know - elbows crooked, hands both flopped over. Holy exoskeleton, Batman, why? No wonder the guy was backing away - he thought I was going to pounce and chew his head off.
Or maybe he thought I was doing an homage to all the Auntie characters from classic 1940's Hollywood. Just sling a black patent leather pocket book over my arm and call me Mavis.
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