I'm sorry about the lack of a post yesterday, to be honest, I had nothing of note to write about tactically and I still don't, but what I do have is a hilarious story. This story is consists of both the most awkward moment of my life as well as the most proud moment of my life so far. I hope you enjoy it!
As a Londoner, one of the major destinations of visit is Oxford street, especially in my case given that I live only 5 minutes away. Having gone to meet some friends and enjoyed a walk through the back avenues of the revered street, I decided it was time to return home, but in the blistering heat London is experiencing at the moment, I figured I should get a Frappuccino from my beloved Starbucks. Of course, the best location on Oxford street is the Selfridge's Starbucks and I duly made my way there.
Walking down the road and making my way to Selfridge's, blasting some Flux Pavilion through my headphones, I finally arrived at the main entrance of Selfridge's and entered through the revolving doors. Upon entering, I had to make my way through the perfumery in order to reach the escalators leading up to the Starbucks that held my delicious Frappuccino. However, as I was about to reach the escalators, I was stopped by a cologne saleswoman.
She seemed nice and appeared to be having a hard time attracting attention for reasons beyond my understanding, so I decided to give her my time. She asked if I would like to try on the latest release of some brand of which I wasn't familiar with and I accepted.
Having sprayed the cologne onto my wrist as standard, I decided to do the common courtesy thing of smelling my wrist, smiling and saying how lovely it smelt. I then decided to ask if it was possible to perhaps have a tester card with the scent in order to further help elongate the unnecessary small talk of cologne testing. With a smile, she immediately went to her back pocket, seemingly where the cards were located. Now, this is where the story truly picks up.
You see, as she reaches into her back pocket, it becomes clear that her trousers may be slightly too tight and she was having difficulty pulling out the cards. As a result, she began to concentrate hard and try to force them out which does eventually succeed. However, he concentration seems to take quite a significant toll on her facial muscles and unfortunately for her, her lips give way and she begins to drool. What was more unfortunate was that she managed to drool on the card she was offering me.
Now, in these sorts of situations, one of two things can happen. Either we both decide to ignore it, or we both acknowledge what happens in the most awkward way possible. By my own admission, my nature made it almost impossible not to react awkwardly and this was done through eye contact. We both stared very suddenly into each others eyes, analysing the movement to see how the other reacted. The worst part of this was that it must have lasted at least 20 seconds before one of us finally gave way and she apologized for the incident.
Now, usually in this sort of situation (not that it happens often... or ever) I imagine I would react in the same way as the man above me here. However, I had some wit and energy built up and produced arguably one of the greatest moments of my existence.
As soon as she apologised I immediately, without hesitation replied by saying:
Don't worry, it happens all the time
Thanks for reading everyone.