Finger fail

Recently I was at a training day. Well ... half day. We finished early. Everyone went back to work. I went home.

I realised when I arrived at the training place that I had received training in that particular room ... 12 years ago ... ethics training on joining the public service.

Eep. 12 years passed in the blink of an eye. Like that X Box commercial with the baby that turns into an old man. Only with more use of stamps and licking of envelopes.

Anyway, the finger fail.

Our compare, or MC, or lead instructor - whatever you call such folk - was an agreeable sort who mixed her running of the course with use of humorous anecdotes. She was skilled at her craft at being able to take something dry and dusty and make it seem at least a little moist.

In the good way.

One of her chosen elements was asking us to signal with a double thumbs up if we'd accomplished the example task. I got into it. Normally I am a bit of a sulk merchant, bah humbug and sneering of such things. But a bunch of us lads from the section were there for it which made it fun, and we got to have a hint of joy from reading each others in session postings. So I went with it, raised my digits in the air and waved them around with gay abandon ... only to realise that I wasn't waving my thumbs around like a mobile phone at a concert ... but my index fingers.

Yes, I'd inadvertently gone the Shooter McGavins.

Finger. Fail.