I was walking straight toward his table and was going to just give him a piece of my mind when another piece of that same mind decided I should make him come to me. Really, in retrospect, that just was so girlie. And, since he was watching me walk in and march toward him, when I did a perfect ninety degree military turn in the middle of all that marching and strode to the other side of the room, I really should have been as embarrassed as I felt about the whole drama. Then, my non-rational self decided not to give him the pleasure of looking in his direction. I was a mess.