I think that we can all agree that first impressions are important. I think we can recover from a bad first impression, but you never really forget about what you first thought when you met someone.
Like for example when I first met Kelly……..well, for some reason I can’t remember that one. Obviously it was a momentous day, but alas, it has left me. Perhaps I was drunk.
For me, first impressions that I get when meeting someone involve things like; ‘they avoid eye contact’, ‘they have a beautiful smile’, ‘I like the way they think’, ‘they have bad breath’. That sort of stuff.
I had the opportunity to meet some people for the first time yesterday. These were people who were kind enough to invite my son to come with them on a ski trip. My son is friends with their daughter. He has told me that they are just good friends, and because I was born yesterday I believe him.
I was giving my son some instructions….things like ‘say please and thankyou’ ‘don’t use all the hot water’ ‘cover your mouth if you cough’….things that he has known for a good 16 years, but I just needed to verbalize to make myself feel better. He was giving me his classic eye roll and smile when I felt a funny tug at my hair. I looked up and I saw a cute little sparrow – pointing his bum at me.
Pulling my hands through my hair, I asked my son if I had bird poop on me. He started to laugh and point, so I knew what the answer was. He also managed to giggle out what color it was and what texture it looked like. Great. My husband was very helpful and brought me a tissue that I used to attempt a last-minute sprucing up. Mostly it was on my hands though, so no need to fuss over my hair.
We walked into the building towards these very kind, well dressed, clean-looking people. The father stood and held his hand out to mine…and I had to explain. “You know, I would love to shake your hand, but…well, a bird just crapped on me and I got it all over my hands.”
I hope that their first impression of me is that I am very considerate of their personal hygiene. I mean, lets face it – I didn’t have to tell him anything. I could have shaken everyone’s hand and they would have gone on about their day, eating sandwiches and peanuts from a bag being none the wiser. I think that telling them that I had bird feces on my hands was my good deed for the day. Maybe even for the week!