A friend who knows me quite well said the bumbling line in a lovely and too rare phone conversation. Real voice action... phwoar.
I think she came to that conclusion as I was telling her about the meeting with the editor of the Big Magazine (shut it Bird - I know you came to that conclusion a long time ago).
Anyway, I told her about the train stations and how I sat on the train being astonished by all the extra train stations I had forgotten about. This is all the more bumbling because it is my old train line. The trip took twice as long as I'd allowed for. Then getting lost... a whole suburb in the suburbs I thought I knew so well.
Anyway, as I said in the previous post the meeting went smoothly right until the end when it just went a bit squirmy. We stood up to leave, shook hands, thanked each other for our time. Then in a blatant attempt to show off my sweeping broad knowledge of everything I looked at the huge painting on the wall of the meeting room and said, "Ooh - is that a Miro?"
"No," the editor replied, looking suddenly like the whole smooth thing had gone out the window and now she thought I was a bit odd. "No it's not."
I spent a day in the Miro museum in Barcelona, so I know a fucking Miro when I see one.
"What?" I asked, looking down at the signature in a way that was meant to indicate that I had recognised its Miro-ness from the brush strokes themselves and not the signature. "You sure?"
"No. It's a painting."
"Yeah but... what?"
"A painting." Like she was speaking to a special person.
"Yes. Painted by Miro, I'm quite sure."
"Oh sorry - I thought you were asking if it was a mirror."
I think the lesson to be learned here is if the meeting goes well, let it rest at that and don't aim for one final, ornamental flourish.
5 comments:
Ha! That made me laugh aloud, at a most inappropriate moment, I might add. Yes... a good rule is 'Never make someone who may be able to do something amazing for you, look foolish.'A little wordy, but you get the idea.
That's hilarious. I wish I had that smiling lady's legs...Nice photo.
Nicest compliment in the world, Bohemienne.
She had lovely (bright red) legs, Kat, and such a lovely smile. Think that was 18 months ago at the Miro Museum. Was a sensational day. Loved Spain a lot.
I wish I had those legs, too. But not in the same sense of the verb "to have" (I suspect) as Kathryn!
BTW, she doesn't seem to be enjoying your attention, Q.
I think it was the hand on the boob that turned her smile into a grimace.
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