Ah yes, morning at ThrillerFest.
Wearing my shark jammies and a fierce scowl, I stumble to the elevator for a quick sortie downstairs to replenish my caffeine cells.
Ding! Elevator doors open.
Who is in the elevator looking chipper?
Oh yes. Good morning Robert Crais.
And to up the ante, who's standing next to him?
Oh yes. Good morning Editor Extraordinaire Keith Kahla.
Keith Kahla takes one look at me and chirps "oh ho! It's Janet Reid before coffee!"
Yea. Yea it is.
Good morning gents. Fine day for an elevator ride. In my jammies. Fin askew. Looking as tidy as a Jackson Pollack painting. Oh yes, goooooood start to the morning.
I'm not sure who was a brighter red....me, or Bob Crais' Hawaiian shirt.
Moral of this shark tale: Room service is your friend!
Poor Janet! Though I envy you the elevator company. Whoo-hoo!
ReplyDeleteThis made me chuckle. Whenever I am disheveled or under-caffeinated (*gasp*), I always run into people. I hope sufficient caffeine and pancakes were acquired!
ReplyDeleteUpside of these encounters for me? I usually don't care until *after* I've had the coffee.
ReplyDeleteImportant safety tip: Do not elevator pitch the Shark before coffee. Providing coffee, however, might work wonders.
ReplyDeleteLOL! I'm sorry, I'm laughing at your misfortune only because it seems to be something that would happen to me - and I'm sure many others out there.
ReplyDeleteI have no doubt you handled it much cooler than I would have.
Nina
Oh that set me up beautifully for the afternoon. I am chuckling away in my jammies, at the keyboard.
ReplyDeleteI am just having flashbacks about those old What Not to Wear episodes and jammies in public. I'll bet Robert Crais was worth the cringe though. Thanks for the smile.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you looked totally hawt. =D LOL
ReplyDeleteI bet they were just jealous of your jammies!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure they thought you looked fabulous in your shark jammies! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's actress Helena Bonham Carter showing you how these situations are best handled:
ReplyDeleteWith a supreme lack of damn-giving
If it makes you feel any better, I went out in public once in a pair of zebra print pajama pants. But I was in L.A., so no one really noticed.
ReplyDeleteNaw. You made their day, Janet. They needed that, whether you or they realize it.
ReplyDeleteWow! I look forward to a version of your encounter in Crais' next book. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat does a shark wear to bed? Where's that twitpic? I once wore a pair of shorts inside out on a city train for an hour before I noticed. I don't think you have any thing to worry about. Seal skin pj's, an abalone diver's wetsuit, a surfer's budgie smugglers?
ReplyDeleteAfter catching up on the blog posts, I will now carry both pages and coffee . . . just in case . . .
ReplyDeleteBest WV evah: pingiest
Oh, how horribly trite. Yes, whenever you think "I can forgo mascara, keep the gardening flip-flops and... this t-shirt doesn't have that many holes," that's when the desirable (on any other day, under any other circumstance) encounters occur. Good moral; I'll keep it in mind.
ReplyDeleteIf you ever need to feel better about yourself... my kid locked me out of the house once while I was wearing a bath towel.
ReplyDeleteI love all your edifying posts, Janet, but this one really had me in a giggle fit.