I’m a Booth Babe
MTM is a busy man these days. He is in Denver, representing a project at the Urban Land Institute Conference. Because I’m in the throes of editing, I decided to tag along. A change of scenery often sets my creative juices alight.
And, I miss MTM when he’s gone.
After our flight was cancelled on Wednesday night, I suddenly wasn’t so enamored with the romance of the trip.
MTM: They re-booked us. 6:30am flight. Means getting up at 4.
ME: AM? 4? AM?
ME: Only crazy people like Lou Mello get up at that ungodly hour.
Our connection in Atlanta was 35 minutes. Thirty-five freaking minutes to get from one plane to another, flying an airline (ahem, Delta) that seldom runs on time. We checked all of MTM’s booth supplies.
Except for a slim box of drawings.
MTM: Because, if the drawings don’t make it, I might as well not go at all.
ME: How in the world can our bags get from plane to plane in a half hour? It’s not possible.
MTM: We’ll see. If they don’t, you can always be my booth babe.
ME: ?!?!?!?!?!?! Huh?!?!?!?
MTM: Yeah. You can stand in the booth and hold the drawings.
ME: Right. I’m SURE all those randy developer men will FLOCK to the booth because I’m standing there, holding the drawings. I love you, Dear, but I’m at least a decade too old for all that.
MTM: You could hold them in front of you. A certain way……
ME: WHAT are you TRYING to SAY? That I should hold the drawings in front of me, naked or something?
MTM: Um -
ME: What a preposterous notion! People would run screaming from the building.
MTM: Ah -
ME: I would be arrested. YOU would be arrested as my pimp, causing you to be fired from your job.
MTM: Andra -
ME: Nobody would even want to SEE that. I’m not some sort of hooker-ish Booth Babe!
MTM: What I meant was that you could hold the drawings……..while I get them ready to hang.