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Monday, May 21, 2007

Panty Dropping

My last post got me thinking about some of the better business lunches (and dinners) I've had... Reminiscing, really.

Okay, so not EVERY meal with a media rep was that bad. I had the good fortune of meeting and working with some very nice ones who liked to take us to very nice places and who can complain about that?

On one occasion, some reps flew in from the North only to have all of their plans canceled due to some freakish Texas ice storm. As you may know, Texas natives tend to FREAK OUT and turn into hideous awful drivers when anything falls from the sky... like, umm rain. So you can only image how a thin sheet of ice could shut down entire cities for days. But, I digress...

They attempted another trip a few weeks later and made dinners reservations near my office. My boss couldn't attend due to some big deadline, but feeling bad about their last visit, she insisted that I be there to represent. I was probably seven or eight months pregnant at the time and would have much preferred to go home, but I begrudgingly went.

The agency was also running late (working on aforementioned big project with my boss, no doubt), so I sat alone with the two rep, a girl and a guy, for almost two hours...

Fortunately, they were more fun than business. Recent parents themselves, they were eager to talk about my pregnancy and their babies. We laughed about their adventures and various mishaps with new parenthood, blah, blah, blah... Both of them were getting really excited for me.

Then the guy rep inadvertently blurts out, "So, have you had to wear any big maternity underwear yet?"

He immediately caught himself and turned BEET RED. He apologized quickly and I could tell he was kicking himself. "Stupid, why did you say THAT?".

I laughed it off, and told him not to worry about it. Obviously not thinking it through, he was grasping anything he could from his wife's experience with pregnancy (panties) in order to identify with me. At least, no one else else had arrived yet to hear him say that...

It was clearly a "open mouth, insert foot" mistake. The kind I make ALL THE TIME, but it still makes me laugh to think about it.


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