Saturday, December 10, 2005

The Ultimate in Sell-Out

So today, at my conference, I was having a conversation with a certain someone that is the Assistant Director of a certain organization that funds (or more importantly, doesn't fund) university projects ... potentially my own. Apparently Mrs. Assistant Director's mouth was exceptionally full of fresh saliva because she accidently spit all over me in mid-sentence.

And what did I do?


I simply pretended like Mrs. Assistant Director had not spat on me and that I didn't all of the sudden have droplets of said saliva drying all over my face. I didn't even flinch or consider embarrassing her by wiping it off.

I've sold my soul.

1 comment:

Hachie Gal said...

no eyes blinking? no face twitching? no inadvertent hand to face effecting a fake coughing spell so you could rub your face of leftover traces of spittle? nothing? nada? You are a stronger gal than I eye. Buddy and I were at a local "gluwhein" place in Dusseldorf with some new friends, who then introduced us to some of their German friends. The one guy was nice, but had had a few beers. So, I not only got to hear a loud German drunk yelling in my ear, but also projecting beer breath, cigaretee fumes, and beer spittle in my face. I looked at Budman with the look that only a 21 year couple can understand - translation: get me the heck out of here. I may have to recount that on the blog, too.