Heh, not like what you might think.
Exhibit A: After Frank gave me a thumbs-up that this morning’s 5:30
phone call was what we both hoped, I ran out to the kitchen to listen
on an extension as a series of very distinguished and impressive Nobel
Committee members congratulated him.It wasn’t until the second or third Swedish voice (a Lars or a Niels or a Sven, I was losing track) that I
realized–Frank was still totally dripping water from the shower he
climbed out of. So I ran back and grabbed a big bathrobe to drape
around him. Not that he probably noticed, but I felt good about it.Exhibit B: I’m not used to having people ring the doorbell at 6 a.m.
who turn out to be photographers from Reuters. But Brian was very nice,
and took some good pictures.Exhibit C: Lame remarks that are fun in retrospect: “Could you let me
park in this parking lot because my husband just won the Nobel Prize
and I’m late for his press conference?”
That’s how I wound up with a huge cardboard special permit with a
handwritten endorsement. No, it didn’t say what you might think,* it
said, “Vendor.”
* What you might think it said: “Crazy.”