Blowing in the wind
I was at lunch (outside table) with the editor of an oil and gas magazine. The day before, I had a questionable spot removed from my face and had to keep it covered for 48 hours. We were talking about ideas for their future issues when he told me “your band aid is flapping in the wind.”
I looked at him and said, “Are we in that place where I can just rip this off here at the table?”
He said, “Yep. I’d rather see it in the trash than in your nachos.”
All in a day’s work people. That’s me. Keeping the oil and gas dream alive for my clients. One awkward moment at a time.