Just moments before I walked into the meeting, which – by the way, was already at full volume, I noticed something stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
It was too late to stop or turn around, everyone had already seen me, so I just kept walking in and took a seat around the conference table.
Jake, up at the whiteboard, kept on with his presentation, while I sat waiting to see if I could smell anything disgusting coming from my shoe. Hopefully neither of the people sitting on each side of me discover it. I bet they wouldn’t be shy about announcing the sudden questionable odor.
I felt the need to look back at the door I had just come through, to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind with each step. Talk about a dead giveaway. Yucky footprints leading right to my chair. There’d be no mistaking who the culprit was.
I had not noticed it
but apparently Jake had stopped his talk and asked me to address my part of the
topic he just covered. I had all of the
materials with me, I just hadn’t been following along as he was speaking. The last thing I wanted to do was get up and
walk up to the front of the room, especially if I were leaving objectionable
footprints.
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