One minute, a room full of adults was at rapt attention.
The next minute, one of the presenters interrupted the other.
“There’s a bear!”
And the room full of adults got up out of their chairs, rushed to the windows for a better look at the baby bear.
I turned back to grab my phone, and soon realized that I was not going to get a good picture of this bear.
It’s times like these that I remember that I’m short.
But, I have 3 children who will need proof of bear! So I looked around and noticed a couple of employees at an open sliding door away from everyone else. I sidled up and asked, “Do you have a good view over here?”
“We do, but we have to close this door,” they said. I wasn’t sure if this baby bear was still young enough to have a mama bear nearby, but I was happy to not take any chances.
I asked if I could please just take one picture, and then stuck my head (and phone) out the door.
Soon the baby walked off, and we all settled in again, apologizing to the presenter.
“Oh, believe me, I love getting interrupted by a bear,” she told us.
And I agree, it was the perfect interruption.
However, tonight when I walked back to my room in the dark, I made sure to walk with a friend. . . because there are some times when a bear interruption is not exactly what I’m hoping for.