10. Describe your most embarrassing moment
We've all had those times.
Multiple times a day for some.
When something happens
and you get that feeling
Everyone reacts differently to embarrassment. I personally turn beet red, get super hot, and sometimes even can hear my heart beating in my ears, and SURELY feel it trying to jump out of my chest.
I can think of many stories...
The time I asked one of my Aunts if she was pregnant... when she wasn't
HEY, I was a kid :/
The time I did a total wipeout boogie-boarding in the ocean & came up with sand all in my mouth & bikini... making it look as if I had numer-twoed... enough said
Or most recently the time I went to the wrong class, sat down & pulled out my calculator...
only to overhear something about an 80 question grammar test
Everyone needs a calculator for grammar, right?
...but there's no contest for first place here
It was a Girl Scout Cookie Trip in May of 2009 at Busch Gardens. We had just stopped our roller coaster riding madness for a lunch break. There was a Luau themed lunch/dance in a private section. It was a cookout and I decided to eat a hotdog... with every topping imaginable.
I layered ketchup, chili, cheese, and relish on top of that juicy dog and went to sit at a picnic table with the rest of my troop. There were many younger girls dancing on the 'dance floor' but none of us were really interested in 'childish' things like that.
It's funny remembering how cool you once thought you were :D
The YMCA began to play and I thought to be a little goofy. With hotdog in hand I flung both arms up yelling 'YYYYYY' and never continued with the other letters. Instead my jaw dropped and I brought my hands back down. In my hand lied a hotdog bun.
Just a bun.
The hotdog had flown out of the bun, bringing all of its condiments along, and unfortunately landed on a woman's back at the table behind me. I was horrified and everyone was laughing. The woman's floral button up shirt had ketchup and chili running down the back. And it was my fault.
My mother and I rushed to her with napkins apologizing like crazy and promising that it was only an accident. I laughed until I cried... but also cried for the sake of crying because I was so embarrassed and the happenings were just TOO perfect. Luckily she got a good laugh out of it and was not mad at all.
There is a photo of me, somewhere lost on Facebook, holding up my bun with a dirt covered hotdog inside, and tears streaming down my face. If I find it someday I will surely post it here.
Until then, this post-incident & calmed down photo will have to suffice:
The woman in red standing right behind me is the hotdog victim!
