On Being Quotable
A friend called me out of the blue the other day and said he was writing a book on “The Seven Deadly Mistakes Realtors Make”. He asked if he could interview me. My reply was “Oh! I have a PhD in that subject!” He proceeded to ask me a series of questions and was apparently very intent on writing down what I was saying. I wasn’t prepared to be “interviewed” and so I babbled a bit. I nervously made a few jokes to which he didn’t respond - which only added to my nervousness. Later, I attributed that to the fact that he was furiously writing down what I was saying, but at the time I wondered if I had offended him. In fact, I asked, “You know that I’m kidding, right?” After a few minutes, he says, “OK, Mary Nack! Thanks a lot! You’re very quotable. We’re going to make you a star!” - Click. “Uh - Joe? Are you there? OK, bye!” My first reaction was, “Wow! That was trippy!” - Like the scene in “Pulp Fiction” where John Travolta drives the hypodermic needle of adrenaline into Uma Thurman’s chest.
I saw Joe this afternoon and chastised him (in a good natured way, of course) for not giving me a little advance notice so I could collect my thoughts a bit. He again reiterated that I was very quotable and repeated back to me some of the things I had said. “I said that!?” Maybe not being prepared was the best thing that could have happened - otherwise I might have gotten nervous and not been so “quotable”. When the book comes out next year, I’ll let you know. But it was, indeed, a little trippy!
“All Things With Exuberance!”
mary!
