ost people are flattered to
be drawn and will even hold a pose
to oblige me. Which I appreciate, it's very gratifying. But some
are so tickled after seeing the finished sketch, they get a little
too helpful. Seeing I have some gift for caricature, they
become eager to choose my next victim. They point straight at a
possible subject who they identify, loudly, as "that really ugly
guy", "that lady with the big
beak
and the flabby arms", or
"Quasimodo over there".
oliteness demands that I reply
noncomittally "Uh well, yes, maybe
later" while trying my damnedest not to look at this person or
whoever he or she is pointing at. And that I then cast my gaze in
the far distance or the opposite direction in search of a suitably
bland subject. And then wait, with agonizing patience, for my
new-found friend to go away.