Let me set the stage for you. We are doing a reno at the museum, and today is take town of one of the main permanent galleries. We’ve had an early start. I’m resting against the doorframe, my palm on a sledgehammer. The sledgehammer is an artifact, not something we’re using for the reno itself. My part time staff and I are in the only ones clearing out this space. He is 6’7. This doesn’t have anything to do with anything, really, I just like pointing out he’s a giant.
Part time staff: Has anyone ever told you that you kind of have this mischievous air about you?
Me: What? What’d ya mean?
PTS: Your eyes kind of glisten unexpectedly sometimes…like they’re plotting.
Me: I’m just excited about take down.
PTS: No, I don’t just mean today. (He nervously eyes the sledgehammer)
Me: Relax. I couldn’t lift it if I tried at the moment.
PTS: Right, yeah. Sure.
What’s he talking about… mischievous air? I’m totally innocent.