sometimes i particularly love being a woman. a woman who can smile at grumpy security guards. case in point:
at the chinese embassy this morning i almost turned around when i saw the lineup of other eager 9 a.m.ers who bordered the entire street and, groan, overflowed around the corner. i feared i was never going to get to work. ever.
later, after the security check, the guard asked me how i was. i smiled and said, “fine, but confused.” (the place was mayhem!) then i took the number for my visa application. i got 31.
he immediately took my number from me and handed me another one, saying it was better than 31. suddenly i had number 14.
lucky 14. lucky me.