When I was leaving my university for a different school, my mentor/professor and I were having one last meeting/cup of coffee/farewell.
We had a really good conversation, and towards the end, he asked me if I had heard of a book called The Alchemist.
I said that I had, and he asked me how I liked it.
I then proceeded to tell him how it was nice, but fluffy… and how I supposed I enjoyed reading it once , but that I would not read it again.
He stared at me sort of dumbfounded… and then changed the subject.
(this is when I started suspecting I had said something wrong)
We then sort of awkwardly said farewell, and as he got up, I spotted a copy of the alchemist in his hand!
Realization slowly dawned on me as that dreadful dreadful feeling washed over my body.
I felt so sheepish! Why couldn’t I keep my stupid mouth shut?!?
We’ve never talked about the incident.