Don't you hate it when the forces of nature conspire with each other to make you look like an idiot?
One Friday night, I was staring intently in my wardrobe, trying to decide what to change into for drinks with an old uni pal (Nicolle). I had sweated in my t-shirt & jeans that day after a very nice lunch at Becasse courtesy of a research agency. The unrelenting sun beat down on me as cab after cab passed me by on my way back to the office.
Back to my wardrobe problem - I was in a panic because Ravi & I had to leave soon in order to get to the Rose Hotel on time. Ravi suggested I wear what I was wearing yesterday - I hadn't sweated in those clothes (being in air-conditioned comfort that whole day) & my shirt & skirt were hung neatly on a hanger (so I wouldn't need to iron them). Ravi said the chances of anyone from work seeing me at the bar that night were pretty slim. I listened to him (in hindsight, why, oh why did I listen to him?!) & so changed into my outfit of yesterday.
When we arrived at the Rose Hotel (Ravi, Lilanee - another uni friend - & I) who did we see but another uni friend (Barbara) sitting at a table inhabited by people from the advertising agency my work does all their below-the-line advertising through! What made it worse was that I sat through a 4-hour workshop with one of them (Nick) yesterday - in this very same outfit! I was mortified! I tried hiding behind Ravi but Nick saw me & came over to give me a drunken hug & kiss. What are the chances? What are the chances? About 98% in my case.
Don't you feel sometimes that Someone 'upstairs' is laughing at you?
Lilanee, Ravi & I ended up catching up with Barbara since Nicolle failed to show up. Apparently no-one called Nicolle about her email invite (and she was already on holidays when I emailed her back a few days later saying we were coming) so she thought no-one was free to catch up.
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