Yesterday, I had a meeting. I was going to go to the boondocks (not really but just a little farther than my stomping grounds) to discuss a social media campaign with a local chiropractor. At a coney island joint I had never heard of but he raved about. Who I happened to go to high school with. Who also happens to be a cousin of my friend.
Cool, I though to myself, two birds. Discover a new Greek salad AND meet with a potential client.
I even showered, washed my hair AND put on some make up. Wouldn’t want to ruin appetites, now would I?!
So, I arrived at the meeting place. I was on time, of course. I have OCD about timeliness. Just ask my mom. I was RARELY late for my curfew. Not because of being worried about being in trouble, either. It’s one of my “things”. What? So I have a few “things”, it’s part of my allure.
I walked in, looked around and realized that there was not ONE familiar face in the joint. Weird because, just a few miles back in an easterly direction, you walk into any restaurant and can’t escape knowing half the place. It actually isn’t as great as it sounds. Especially if, during the week, you look like you just rolled out of bed half the time.
Note to self: Great place to go if you don’t want to be seen in the scene.
I proceeded to said meeting with said chiropractor.
Yes, it was a nice meeting, thank you.
I noticed a cute little older woman paying her bill. She looked very familiar. A-ha, light bulb flashing…the mom of my pediatrician AND a friend of my husbands family.
I waved to her.
She looked at me.
She took in the seating arrangement I was part of.
She looked at the person I was with…a male. Who didn’t happen to resemble anything like my husband. He has hair, my husband…notsomuch.
You could see her mind working. In an very You Won’t Go Blind direction.
“How are the kids?” she asks me.
“Great, thank you!” I respond.
“Say hi TO YOUR HUSBAND for me.” she shouts. Loudly. Or maybe it was loud to me? No, it was definitely said in a more raised voice than the rest of the short conversation.
“I will!” I said cheerfully.
At first, I didn’t understand her reaction when she noted the fact that I was dining with a dude. Then I realized…
Hello. Out of the way restaurant (that was VERY crowded, mind you). With a nice looking gentleman in scrubs.
If she didn’t happen to know I was at a business meeting and considering all the cheating that goes on in my neck of the woods…
Well, you can only imagine what she was thinking.
And no, I don’t have a brother.
Good thing my husband knew where I was and with whom and for why.
Sad that people just assume, isn’t it?
Well, I’m assuming that she’s assuming. 🙂