Courtney?

We all know people who do it. Rather then look into your eyes or even above your neck while we are speaking, these people look at our chests. It's as if there is a message written there "stare at me for a free donut" or "if you stare long enough they will get bigger", regardless despite the obvious social faux pas it happens more often then most of us would like. I suppose if I had paid (or someone much older and richer had) for the fun bag twins, one might not mind as much. This is not the case with me however and this is a story of how one set of rather modest 'party hats' flustered one executive and caused temporary hearing loss.

In an effort to stay anonymous I cannot reveal my name however, in order to tell this story a name of sorts is required. For that purpose let's just say my name is Big Boob Chrissy, or Chrissy for short.

I was working at a business session with a very special guest in attendance. My job was to get all guests seated and organized and ensure the special guest, once he arrived had everything they required (that final statement turned out to take on a whole new meaning).

As everyone filed in and took their seats, I got the nod from the MC that the session was about to begin when out of the corner of my eye I saw a gaggle of 'suits' coming my way. This must be them I thought as I straightened my skirt and pulled at my shirt and prepared my best pageant smile for the greeting.

As they approached, I put out my hand to who turned out to be the big wig and said
"Hi! Welcome to the event, If you need any assistance my name is Chrissy"
He smiled at me looked down at my chest as he firmly took my hand then looked up at me and with a big smile he asked " Courtney?"
Hmmmm. Not quite.
"It's Chrissy sir, nice to meet you" I responded.
Again, tight gripe on the hand, glance down at the party hats and back up to eye level when he repeated "Courtney?"
I felt like grabbing his chin and shaking it, however restrained myself and instead said
"No sir, my name is Chrissy"
Still looking at my chest.......
"Courtney?" he asked. Not sure why it was coming out as a question.....
"it's Chrissy" I repeated. Perhaps he was hard of hearing.
"Courtney?"
"CHRISSY". I wished I knew how to sign.
"Courtney?"
"yes, OK, Courtney" I finally gave in.
"Nice to meet you Courtney" and finally his eyes came up above the equator once again. With a huge grin plastered on his face and visions of party hats dancing in his head we parted ways.

I watched my new friend walk into the session welcomed by a large round of applause and thought to myself: that smile on his face is thanks to me and a couple of headlights. Funny how everyone, even the most powerful people have their own kriptonite. Lois Lane would be proud.

Event Planning Truth: never under estimate the power of good accessories.