Oh, Dear! Ann Landers
I stood by the paintings and chatted with another guard, when all of a sudden I noticed that Landers, who was wearing an evening gown and wrap, looked somewhat uncomfortable.
I was working as a guard in the little art gallery at the university I was attending as a grad student in Chicago. They wanted students willing to put in some extra time working at a fund-raising event being held at the gallery. I could use the extra money, so I said I'd be there.
I arrived, and during my shift realized that one of the well-heeled attendees was well-known advice columnist Ann Landers. I stood by the paintings and chatted with another guard, when all of a sudden I noticed that Landers, who was wearing an evening gown and wrap, looked somewhat uncomfortable. The zipper at the back of her gown had started to split. Oh, wow! WWALDâ€”what would Ann Landers do? Hastily make her departure? Head to the ladies' room?
Nope. Very coolly, she just lowered her wrap to cover the split zipper, and chatted the rest of the night with the other attendees.
Of course, I was tempted to write to the columnist the next day: "Last night, I was at a fancy-dress event, and the zipper up the back of my dress split. How should I have handled it?..."