pass the shoehorn

my school had a concert in celebration of their 20th anniversary. one of the best canadian pianists playing in an intimate setting, on an amazing piano...it was wonderful beyond words.

i was told that my piano prof from university from was coming, so i was looking forward to seeing him. i was a little worried that he wouldn't remember me; you just never know how much teachers and professors remember their students. me, i even remember those who weren't my students, but i think i'm the exception rather than the rule. i DID spend 2.5 hours a week with this prof over 4 years...so hopefully he would remember me a bit.

and he did! as i was walking out of the concert into the lobby, he spotted me, joyfully called my name and hurried over to give me a hug. in my mind i was thinking that he hasn't changed a bit - he said to me "you look FANTASTIC!" at the same time that i said "you look the SAME!" in the end, it sounded like my "you look the SAME!" was a back-handed reply to his "you look FANTASTIC!" the dean of music at laurier witnessed the exchange, and he and my former prof had a good chuckle over it.

as for me, i had only four words that came to mind: open mouth, insert foot.