I still get a flush thinking about how embarrassing it could have been at the book launch party when Dianna Graveman and I released and promoted Not Your Mother's Book...On Family, and Not Your Mother's Book...On Being a Mom, (Publishing Syndicate).
I was so nervous and excited as we greeted patrons outside StL Books in Kirkwood, MO, I wanted to raise my arm pits to the gentle evening breeze on July 15th. But, I didn't. Like Anne Lamott, I must have lipstick on. I discreetly reapplied frequently, then stuffed the tube back into my teeny tiny sweater pocket.
At the specified time, we invited everyone indoors for a raffle and readings. I stood at the entrance, and as the throng proceeded into the small bookstore I smiled, nodded, greeted; repeated...and then I felt it! Panic set in, and I almost lost it (literally). I saw Lynn's adult daughter, Jessica, making her way through the line and mouthed HELP ME? I hugged her as if we were old friends, even though I'd only met her recently. She looked surprised when I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Please, do me a favor. Bend down and retrieve my cellphone which has been making its way from my waist inside my slacks, and is traveling down my leg. It's almost at my ankle, and will be exiting at any minute."
She laughed, and without missing a stride, bent down, grabbed my phone and handed it to me. I owe that young lady a latte`.
StL Books in Kirkwood, on the corner of Kirkwood Road and W. Jefferson, has Not Your Mother's Books available, so if you are looking for a gift, want to chuckle at the humorous collections of short stories, or would like to support local authors, please stop in, purchase a book or two and say hello to Robin and her family. Tell them Linda and Dianna sent you.
I was so nervous and excited as we greeted patrons outside StL Books in Kirkwood, MO, I wanted to raise my arm pits to the gentle evening breeze on July 15th. But, I didn't. Like Anne Lamott, I must have lipstick on. I discreetly reapplied frequently, then stuffed the tube back into my teeny tiny sweater pocket.
At the specified time, we invited everyone indoors for a raffle and readings. I stood at the entrance, and as the throng proceeded into the small bookstore I smiled, nodded, greeted; repeated...and then I felt it! Panic set in, and I almost lost it (literally). I saw Lynn's adult daughter, Jessica, making her way through the line and mouthed HELP ME? I hugged her as if we were old friends, even though I'd only met her recently. She looked surprised when I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Please, do me a favor. Bend down and retrieve my cellphone which has been making its way from my waist inside my slacks, and is traveling down my leg. It's almost at my ankle, and will be exiting at any minute."
She laughed, and without missing a stride, bent down, grabbed my phone and handed it to me. I owe that young lady a latte`.
StL Books in Kirkwood, on the corner of Kirkwood Road and W. Jefferson, has Not Your Mother's Books available, so if you are looking for a gift, want to chuckle at the humorous collections of short stories, or would like to support local authors, please stop in, purchase a book or two and say hello to Robin and her family. Tell them Linda and Dianna sent you.
13 comments:
Hahahahaa! The old "phone-down-your-pants" snafu. Hope y'all sell lots of books!
Cute story, Linda! I don't think I was aware that even happened. And thanks for the mention, too. :)
I store odd things in my bra but not the pants not enough room.
Merle.............
Oh this is too funny! I picture your pants ringing when a call came in. You might have had to ask the girl to answer your leg!
Thank goodness for helping hands.
Pat
Critter Alley
Linda--What a funny story. And Bookie's idea of what might have happened is hilarious too.
(By the way, you and Dianna and Robin did a wonderful job--it was a great evening!)
Hee hee! At least that's better than I was expecting. I thought you were going to say your lipstick had melted in your sweater pocket! It seemed like the smoothest signing ever!
Haha! Cute story. Sounds like a true friend. :-)
Funny story, Linda! I have a book launch coming up for NYMB On Working for a Living and I'm going to keep my phone in my bra instead of in my pants so that I can easily grab it. Oh, I hope no one else tries to help by answering my phone while it's in my cleavage! On second thought, I'll just leave the phone at home.
Whew! I was afraid that your girdle was rolling itself down, and was going to hobble you when you tried to walk. Um. Not that I think you wear a girdle...it just seems like one time I read about a girdle escaping from a purse during parent conference night or some such grand occasion...probably wasn't you...never mind.
Congrats for your quick thinking, and glad you were rescued by a friend!
Hi Linda...Glad the cell phone didn't start ringing! ha! Good story. Susan
LOL hilarious - and quick thinking indeed :)
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