Somehow C. managed to rule the Arts Council. Nasty and mean-spirited, she wasn't particularly accomplished—just strident. My entry in the Arts Council logo contest didn't win, but the judges praised my design of ballerina legs and urged me to send it elsewhere. But C. refused to give it back. During refreshments following the judging, I felt something on my leg. It was my entry, handed to me under the table by Mr. R., a judge.
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C sounds like a B (a word I almost never use).
ReplyDeleteSometimes no other word will do.
DeleteSmiling now.
DeleteImmediately thought, "There are so many worse things to feel on your leg!" Why do C's always seem to rise to the top of arts organizations?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. The dark side of group dynamics, I suppose. She had this awful voice. People would secretly imitate it, but many were intimidated by it.
DeleteI dislike C. intensely.
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