sometimes at work we have special conferences for important people.
i love working these because there is always extra free food.
today was jamba juice, cookies, and vegetables with ranch.
i stocked up and headed off to my assigned room.
[i was in charge of taking notes.]
it was a little difficult balancing the notepad, extra pens, the jamba juice, and my plate to food.
but i was managing pretty well.
i got off the elevator and headed down the hall.
next thing i know the plate was falling.
oh, and did i mention ranch covered the front of my black skirt.
[it was kind of a cool looking pattern though.]
anyways, so there are carrots and celery and extra pens covering the floor.
a nice young man attempted to help me clean up.
i just laughed as he handed me a carrot and said, "sorry about that."
i told him it wasn't a big deal, it happened a lot.
i decided the best thing to do was to go set my stuff in the room and then go clean myself up.
after all, i was taking notes for professionals.
so, i was setting my things down on a bench [the room was locked] and i heard someone down the hallway.
i look up, and guess who it was?
one of my biggest high school crushes.
we even went to a dance once.
and i hadn't seen him since he has been home from his mission.
i clearly was not in a capable state of talking to him.
...i had ranch all over me.
so, i did the best thing i could.
i quickly turned back down the hall the opposite way and kept my speed up until i was in the bathroom.