That's where a wingman comes into play. And when I say "wingman" I mean man or woman. It's just a term.
Ok, I admit, it's a pretty mild doom in general but if you've already got social anxiety like me, that brings the feeling of doom up a notch or two.
Unfortunately the only example I can think of is the time when someone cornered me at my late husband's funeral and began talking to me about god know's what. AND THEY WOULDN'T STOP. Luckily my sister must have noticed my blank face because she rescued me. Just when I thought I was without a wingman, she saved me!
Ok, ok, so there are a lot of people out there who are confident or blunt enough not to need a wingman.
I am not such a person.
I needs me a wingman.
Have you been caught without your wingman? I'd love to hear about it.