Last week, I had an early morning chiropractic appointment. I go to a soft touch chiropractor, Kevin Willhite, in Midland. On those chiropractic appointment days, before I leave the casa, I’ll put on my makeup, with the exception of mascara, because if I do put on mascara, when I get up from the treatment table, my eyelashes will be stuck to my eyes. (Dang. Is there a limit for commas per sentence?) I have heck getting my eyelashes unstuck – and I don’t wear that much makeup. Not even the Tammy Faye look, so don’t even go there. And after I get my lashes unstuck, I have to start over on makeup to go make my customer visits. So, I’ve recently decided to ditch mascara on those mornings until I’m through with the treatment. Usually, I'm grabbing for it as I walk out of his office, and put it on in the parking lot.
Immediately following my chiropractic visit last week, I received a call from one of my customers, who was visiting from a far-away town, checking on his local operations.
Customer: Janie, can you come to the Hilton? I don’t know where your office is, and I’d like you to meet some people.
Janie: Sure…but my office is just north, across the grass. You were supposed to meet me there at 9 a.m. this morning (and I don’t say, but I think “and 9 a.m. yesterday morning, aaaaaand 3:30 p.m. yesterday afternoon!" But you know I’m thinking it.)! (Hey, I have to get my licks in here.)
Customer: I know, girl, but I don’t know where your office is. Pretend like I’m stupid, and come over here.
Janie: (Man. Talk about wide open.) Okay, let me park my truck and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.
I park my truck, run into my office, grab some cards, and go. I find my customer in the lobby, waiting on me.
Customer: Okay, let’s go. I want to introduce you to the president of my company, as well as the el jefe manager.
We go to the hotel restaurant, I meet the gentlemen, and we have a short meeting. I make a quick call, and my VP comes over, as well, and joins us. The meeting seemingly goes well. We adjourn, and go our separate ways, my coworker and I heading north across the grass to our office.
By now, it’s time for my Thursday lunch date. I grab my purse, reach into it for my keys…
And find my mascara.
That I forgot to put on after the chiropractic appointment.
Prior to meeting the president of a major independent oil company.
That is currently spending millions in Janie’s oilpatch.
I looked at my receptionist with a look of shock on my face.
What? She says. Did you lose your keys?
No, I said. It’s nothing. See ya later.
I cursed myself all the way to the car, where I slammed on my mascara and hauled butt across town to my lunch date.
And no, guys, I wasn’t driving and putting on mascara. Not for more than two levels of my parking garage, anyway.
But girls, can’t you just imagine what those guys said?
“They seemed like nice knowledgeable people, but what the heck was wrong with that chick’s eyes?”
Aw, heck. They probably didn’t even notice.