No Introduction Needed
One of His Balls Stressed Me Out
A True Micro Story
It was unintentional.
The facilitator at the work seminar I attended announced we’d each be introducing ourselves. His overly enthusiastic (phony-baloney) corporate voice dictated we form a circle. Uh-oh.
He followed with instructions on how he’d get the ball rolling by throwing the fluorescent one he was palming to one of us. That person would tell everyone a little something about themselves, and toss it to the next poor soul.
I felt like throwing up.
Luckily, I was the closest one to him (an arms-length away), so he couldn’t possibly throw it my way first. I reasoned logically.
To avoid the inevitable though, unlike everyone else whose mouths were reflexively forming impromptu presentations in terrified preparation, I planned my escape to the restroom.
I shall get all tongue-tied “sharing” and I also can’t…
As I picked the squishy off the floor he had tossed to ME first — from a foot away, I began.
“I’m Shirley Laffa. I can’t catch. And I also can’t throw.”
