five minutes in hell
16 January 2000

I'll spare you all the gory details. The kind that would make you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. The kind that would no doubt bring you to the relieving conclusion that no matter how socially inept you think you may have been at any key moment in your past, you didn't come close to the awkwardness of my pathetic attempt to have a "conversation" with Douglas Coupland.

Let's just say that random vowel sounds would have been a vast improvement on the actual words I chose to speak. But on the bright side, I didn't impress him in any way that might lead to future conversations of a more personal, friendly nature; thereby I avoid the abundance of angst that such exchanges would inevitably bring upon my fragile, star-struck soul.

It's really a win-win situation.

What embarrassing display are you looking on the bright side of?