Jessica Rabbit

“You know I am closer to you than any other woman.”
“Perhaps, when you sent this. Now, you are sitting six feet away and there is a brunette six inches from you.”

My coworker was deriving his entertainment from throwing popcorn kernels at me pestering like a growth I was trying to ignore. We were stranded at a medical conference working the booth Wednesday. We were bored and trying to ignore talks of insurance adjustments, new starke laws, medical coding, and stipends. I sat in the back of the ball room scrolling through my phone emailing and text messaging my friends begging them to entertain me before I lost all signs of life. I scrolled through the previous days emails ensuring I had answered all questions from the engineers. Those guys, so detailed oriented. It was then I noticed a text message that made my stomach lurch. From Soleil . . .and I stopped right there. HUH.

What did I . . . do?

Now?

Crud.

The text message was from Tuesday afternoon, I missed it entirely. I swept right past it ignoring the significance and never opening the mail symbol.

“After last night, you deserve an academy award.”

Huh?

“Soleil, I just saw this. Oh no! What did I do now?”

What story would be passed around the group of friends? How many times would they ask me, “Do you mind if I tell this story?”

She responded, “You were hilarious. You played drunk girl and fell down to rescue Jackie from someone.”

“Oh. That’s how I got those bruises. After dancing last night I woke up with my back aching. I felt like I was sliding down a pole all night.”

Her response, “That’s hilarious. But, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Suppose it’s nice to know if this day job thing doesn’t work out, a gal has options.