Mortifying Moment of the Day

Still sequestered in meetings: Day Three. What's the best way to kick off the mid-week momentum? Why not a perfectly mortifying moment?

Before the course began, I had to have some real coffee. I knew a cup of the watery hotel slop would not get me through this day. I dashed out of the hotel and found a Starbucks. As I stood on line waiting to order, I balanced my large bucket shaped purse on one arm, while attempting to read e-mail on mu Blackberry. A young man standing in front of me in line kept turning around to shoot me looks; I couldn't imagine why and continued poring over my miniature device while tapping out replies with my thumbs. Then I realized why the young man was staring at me--with each gesture of the keyboard on the Blackberry, my purse was shifting on my arm and apparently taking the liberty of rubbing up against the young man's posterior. He must have thought I was incredibly brazen...if not admirably persistent. Because I was not paying full attention, when he walked forward to get out of the line of fire, I assumed (not looking up, of course) that the line was advancing and I blindly followed. I can't imagine how long he must have put up with it...yet again, he wasn't exactly stepping to the side to avoid the grazing. Regardless, he smiled at me when he got his grande iced coffee from the barrista so I guess it wasn't all that bad. And I did get my coffee.