During the girls' week a few of us shared our embarrassing moments. I accidentally omitted one of mine merely because I completely forgot about it. So now I shall draw it forth from the shadows (actually I like to tell it frequently when I remember it:) and present it to you now in this new and different light. First I shall say that one of my favorite persons to tell this story to is one who has a particular bad habit that I used to share. I will not give his name but say that he is one of my brothers and a blogger. Wild horses couldn't drag it out of me to reveal his identity.
Once upon a time, when I was about eight, I was visiting a sibling or two in Indianapolis. While there I met an interesting person. Her name is Donna Conley, she was about 20 at the time, and she is well known for her sense of humor. She even tried to pull the wool over my eyes and make me repeat after her: "Owha tagoo si-am." You should try it sometime. Say it out loud: "Owha tagoo si-am." Now faster. Come on! Faster! Perhaps you fell for it or was hesitant like I was, but you may have already figured out that you're saying, "Oh what a goose I am." Brilliant, is it not?
That wasn't my embarrassing moment.
It came when I was at the dinner table. For those of you that don't know, ITC has a large dining room, polka dotted with many round tables adorned with white table cloths and such (if I remember correctly). I was sitting at one of these doing one of my beloved activities. I was blowing bubbles! No, I'm afraid I didn't have bubble soap with me, but if you haven't already guessed it, I was using my spittle. Sitting there, in my own ponderous little world, seeing how big I could make my bubbles while listening to other's conversations. It never occurred to me that other people could actually see me doing this. Donna Conley was sitting almost across from me, saying something to the person next to her, when I noticed that her eyes were fixed on me. Undaunted, I stared back to listen to her conversation, scarcely aware of the occasional popping sound that issued from the area of my mouth. It was too much for Donna. In near mid-sentence, she burst out quickly as if afraid she would start laughing before she was finished: "Why are you blowing bubbles with your spit?" I was dumbfounded. She had actually seen me doing it? I couldn't believe it! I was simply mortified. But I'll tell you, I don't think I ever blew bubbles in public again.
3 comments:
that's so funny!
ha! i still do that, though it's usually not around tons of people.
i didn't do that, so who does that leave?
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