Thursday, April 5, 2012

E is for Embarrassing Moment #(Oh, I've lost count!)

Well, hello! I can tell by the way you are sitting and looking expectantly at the computer screen, that you are anxiously waiting to learn of yet another of my red-faced moments. Be forewarned - you may want to put down your coffee or other beverage before you start reading.

This is a fairly short story, so I'll try not to drag it out, even though one of my myriad of talents is the ability to drag out a story.

This past summer, Hubby and I were out of town (thankfully) installing gutters. We had finished the first job and were on our way to the second job, when we stopped at some fast food place (maybe Taco Bell - I can't remember!) to grab some lunch. As we pulled in to the driveway, Hubby told me to go get something and he would pull the truck around to the other side of the building.

I quickly jumped out and hurried in, and then realized that he hadn't said what he wanted. It takes me an eternity to decide on something for myself, let alone to decide something for someone else. After hemming and hawing for a while, I resorted to ordering the first thing I saw on the menu. And, because it was really hot outside and our water supply was dwindling, I ordered two large drinks.

Whenever I'm in a hurry or feeling awkward or out of my element (which sad to say, is most of the time) I don't really notice things that should be noticed. So, as I collected our lunch, a bag and a large drink in one hand, and a large drink in the other, I turned to go out the door.

Then the weirdest thing happened. The door I tried to go through was not a door. It was a large, clear wall made to look like a door to confuse old people. I slammed right into that wall like it was no body's business. At first, I couldn't understand why my drink was suddenly smashed up against me and now dripping all over me.

What in the world??? What's wrong with the door? But when the realization hit that the problem was not the door, I wanted to slink down and crawl away. Oh the shame!

The only thing that kept me from leaving immediately was the puddle of ice and cola at the entrance. So, I pulled up my wet, big girl panties - possibly from the spill, possibly not- and told the nice lady at the counter that I was old and ran into the wall, spilled my drink, made a puddle, needed a re-fill, and someone needed to mop up the spill. Then I hurridly turned and left, but this time I went through the door.

My only  consolation was that no one appeared to have see my humiliation, since I didn't see or hear anyone doubled over with laughter. I'm sure the place erupted after I left.

Thankfully, Hubby missed seeing this classic move and having it recorded indelibly into his brain.

As a P.S. - I heard on the news recently, that some old woman did the same thing, and broke her nose. She must have been walking really fast, or had no drinks in her hands to soften the blow. She planned to sue (or already won the suit) for millions of dollars!  Dang it! Why didn't I think of that? Surely my humiliation was worth a million dollars!!


  1. I've so many embarrassing moments it would be hard to know where to start. I think you would've won your case. Just think of all the letter choices if you had sued. S for sued, L for lawsuit, W for won...oh well you know what I'm saying...
    Great post!

  2. ROFLMAO, seriously cannot stop laughing. You sure can tell a story. But didn't we have a President who ran into a door at one time. I have noticed that in my older years I keep doing things that I would never have done at a younger age. I have found that it is best for me to just stay in one spot and not move, it is safer for everyone.

    God bless.

  3. I'm 42 and I've done it myself. I understand how you fee. However I really do have to question the designer who feels that a glass wall is great! I'm glad you didn't get hurt like that other lady. That's what worries me. xo

  4. If it makes you feel any better, I was at a friends house and walked right through their screen door; and there were people there. Their son (which DD may or may not have a wee crush on) tried to help me put it back in the track. I try to make myself feel better about it by saying that I was looking at the lake and not paying attention and you couldn't really see it in the dusk and it was ALL screen. Yeah, it doesn't work then either. Sounds like it's not too exclusive of a club though?!

  5. You missed out on a good compensation claim there my friend! DOH!! I know I shouldn't laugh (Hee Hee Hee!!), but it was funny the way you told it. As you say, thank goodness hubby didn't see you! I shouldn't worry too much as I do things like this all the time. My daughters despair of me and, when I'm in France, my daughter actually tells my 14 year old granddaughter to take me to the toilet, so that I don't get into any trouble. Flipping cheek! As if I would!

  6. It is ALL Taco Bell's fault!!! They should not have walls designed to look like doors. Or else they should have a big sign of an old person with an X through it!!!!! So glad you weren't hurt!

  7. Just startled hubby with my laugh :)

  8. Oh thank God I'm not alone! I do this stuff all the time!

  9. I do this kind of stuff all the time. I don't even get embarrassed anymore :)

  10. I have actually done something similar. It's mortifying.


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