My First Faux Pas
It wasn't planned. A lunch date had been made with my agent, that is true. It wasn't our first dining experience together. She, a lovely woman, had invited me to sit across the table from her and discuss projects more than once.
It was a winter afternoon in New York City. We entered the midtown cafe and were greeted by a slender young woman dressed stylishly and asking the customary, "How many?"
Directed to a booth I shrugged off my coat before taking a seat. My agent did the same. As we were removing our first layers of clothing she asked what was new. Nothing, was my reply. Then I took a good look at her as she finished pulling off her winter wear.
But, I said grinning and wishing I wasn't saying what I was saying right as I said it, "I see something is new with you," directing my gaze towards her puffed out empire waist dress.
Her face reddened as she shook her head no. Mine went white as I realized I had just stuck my winter-booted foot in my mouth. It was the first time I ever passed on the café’s elegant eggplant panini and chose instead the taste of my footwear.
Photo by Kira Sternbach