It started when I was in kindergarten, I had a cute little dress that must have been too short.
Why my Mama let me out of the house, at that age.....with a mini dress on...is beyond me.
I remember I had an umbrella so it must have been raining and I must have been late because I remember the class was full. There was a closet just inside the classroom and as I opened it to put my umbrella in (I guess those were the rules), my umbrella fell and as I bent over to pick it up, the entire class saw my holey panties. I remember hearing laughter and teases and snickers and my teacher called me to her desk and said I needed to remember to throw those panties away when I got home. I wanted to disappear. My teacher reminded me again at the end of the day, to throw those panties away. I remember thinking "no shit." - I had a foul mind even at that age.
That is my first embarrassing moment, that I can recall.
I think embarrassment comes from being stupid or just downright, not paying attention. Every time I have been embarrassed, it has been of my own accord.
Not too long ago, I borrowed my husband's new nose trimmer. I had never used a nose trimmer. Unfortunately, I went to my make-up mirror with the fancy trimmer in hand, and even put my mirror on the high magnification mode. As I placed that clipper to get the few hairs that bugged me, I became entertained. I found that contraption rather amazing. I made another swoop with the clipper and it was incredibly satisfying to see all those hidden hairs fall onto my make-up vanity. Who knew there were so many hairs way up there in one's nose! I had a project now and I went at it. Painlessly, I removed every hair that that little trimmer could reach without going into my sinuses.
DON'T EVER DO THAT!
Your nose hairs are there for a reason, they act as filters for your body.
After about two days, all those hairs began to come back and it took me about 2 weeks to stop sneezing and itching. I drove everyone crazy around me. "Stop itching your nose!", "Why are you pinching your nose?", "Damn, would you stop sneezing!" - yep, I surround myself with love.
So, I went to Wendy's for lunch.
Surprisingly, there was no one ahead of me in line and I ordered a cheeseburger (no onion) and fries. There were many people seated and about 5 people came in behind me.
I stood at the counter for about 4 minutes (which is long for Wendy's) and finally my tray with french-fries was placed in front of me. I was starving, and started eating my fries off of the tray while waiting for my burger. I LOVE Wendy's fries. A man came up who had been seated and wanted a drink refill. He was standing beside me, to my left. I was in front of my tray. Everyone else was lined up to my right. I continued to eat one fry at a time and finally my burger was placed on the tray........ only.........it looked like a double burger and not the single burger that I ordered and it also looked like there were some onions visible. I proceeded to unwrap it so that I could tell the girl behind the counter that she made a mistake because I ordered a single.
About that time, the man to my left said, "When your food comes, can I put my fingers all over it too?".
He must have been there just before me and had simply gone to claim a table. Obviously, he gulped his drink fast if he was already needing a refill.
I offered to buy his lunch but he just grabbed his tray and was pissed. I mean really, I had eaten a lot of his fries! After I got my tray, I walked to his table and again apologized and offered to at least give him my full fries. He was still pissed and said "forget about it".
No matter my age, when stuff like this happens, all I want to do is go home and go to bed and pull the covers over my head and disappear.
