I was sitting quietly in the chair closest to the inner doors, waiting for our contact to arrive. My inspection escort (a weedy, older gentleman) was sitting on the far side of the (small) lobby.
Our contact, a big, burly, and bewhiskered bear (sorry, I couldn't help myself) of a man entered the room and crossed over to my inspection escort with nary a glance at (except out of the corner of his eye, and instantly dismissing) me, all the while genially introducing himself and making blustery small talk. He put his arm around the smaller man, wheeled them about, and started back towards the door to begin (he thought) the inspection.
My escort managed to stop him before they reached the door, turned around, and introduced me as "the inspector from ________ ."
[a taken-aback look]
[stutter, stutter]
He was very nice to me.
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