My Foot-in-Mouth Disease
You remember Bob. The guy with the crappy car.
Smooth as always. It's like my superpower.
I slapped a frozen smile on my face while my brain calculated which would be better:
- Explain to Bob I'd meant I hoped only a fabulously rich woman tooling around in an Aston Martin or something could steal Mike away from me...or...
- Runaway.
Somehow joking about my husband's imaginary rich mistress with someone who maybe didn't even hear Mike's original joke seemed like a minefield, so I pivoted and bolted to the back of the house, never to be seen by Bob again.
But I'm thinking that HVAC quote could have been better...
