Gliding down a long, winding
staircase with your gown and luminous hair flowing behind you is the way to
make an elegant entrance. Some people like to make an entrance and that’s the
way to make a memorable one.
The most memorable entrance I
ever made was back in college. I entered the student union building, slipped on
a puddle of water, slid across the floor and fell on my butt. I don’t think the
laughing spectators noticed my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as I gathered
my books which had flown in all directions. Elegant is not the word to describe
that entrance.
Recently, I was in a meeting
where two ladies made two different entrances, each disruptive in its own way.
The first lady entered and
realizing the meeting was in session tried to be quiet as she settled in. She
didn’t succeed. A herd of elephants would have been quieter. She bumped into
chairs. She knocked into and over things with her umbrella. She blew (loudly)
her nose. She knocked over her water. She didn’t like her chair, asked the
person next to her to switch and soon had us all playing musical chairs. Finally,
ten minutes later, when she was comfortable, the meeting resumed and lady
number two entered.
Lady number two didn’t notice or care she interrupted a conversation in
progress when she swung open the door. With all eyes upon her she took center
stage and ran down a list for being late. She told us about her day, week, year
and life up till that moment. She must have confused us with a support group,
thinking we cared about her problems. We didn’t! Finally, when her impromptu therapy
session was over, she announced, “Anyway, I’m here.” As soon as she settled in
her seat the group leader announced, “Time’s up.”
On our way out the door some (me)
of us may have trampled ladies 1 and 2; I’m not sure. I’m not sure how to make
an elegant entrance, but I sure know how to make a quick exit.