I made a mistake this past Thursday. I left the guest room door open when I was in a Zoom meeting, and Gary came home and poked his head in.
I gave him a barely perceptible nod, because I was paying attention to my meeting, and I am a professional.
He began a sinuous dance. He waved his arms like a hula girl. I bit my lower lip hard.
He began flipping his long white hair and I lost it, and I reached to turn off my camera just as my boss asked, “Ellen, are you in some kind of distress?”
And then, everyone had to meet Gary, only, no one really met Gary. They met Retired Gary. All I could think of was how furious Work Gary would have been if I had tried that.