Without sounding like I’m regurgitating that scene from You’ve Got Mail, I should just say that I’m no good at thinking on my toes. Like that time at my last job my manager pulled me out of my office and said, “Can I see you for a sec?” then once out in the hallway said, “I just have to say, it looks like… well, we’re going to have to let you go. Only kidding!” Looking back, you know, you can think of about 100 great things to say. “Ha, ha! Turns out I was right about you… you’re evil.”
Or the time I walked out of a bar in Georgetown with a beer in my hand and was handcuffed to a tree by a bicycle cop. There are a million smooth ways to play off the fact you just accidentally walked out of a bar still holding your drink. I couldn’t come up with one.
Or the time an interviewer asked me what I was doing to “go green” and I wished I said “forgoing lightbulbs for the highly flammable properties of endangered whale flesh.” General debates. Off the cuff remarks. Remembering to use my bicycle bell. Glorious comebacks.
Thinking on my feet.
So, it should come as no surprise that I wouldn’t bother to make sure my fly was zipped up in this one, single photo we managed to take… my gift to you!