No. It turned out she was wielding a small printed card. A business card, no less, with a reproduction of one of the paintings I’d just been admiring. One of the better ones. Slowly, the penny dropped.
“Are you the - err…. Are these your paintings?”
“Yes,” the security lady artist answered.
“I like them,” I managed to say back, perfectly clearly. Which was very big and bold of me. And heartfelt. A shame I ruined it by adding a haplessly lame “they’re nice.”
I left there and then, not wanting to nudge my new acquaintance into any kind of wasted sales pitch. The artist, I suspect, went back round to the other side of her desk, turned the lights off, radio up and waited for the next visitor.
(NOTE - turns out the artist wasn't the Security Guard after all..... More here).
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