Several people liked embarrassing moments so much we’ve decided to make Fridays our fun days.
My next memorable embarrassing moment out of the thousands I’ve committed is this one.
I was leaving my workplace with a friend, Cindy, to go to lunch. Right outside the doors of the entrance to our building were several of those large orange bumpers to kind of “rope” the area off to any trucks delivering anything to the front door. They were the kind of orange bumpers that blow and bounce back and forth. I’m sure most of you have come across them sometime during your lifetimes. However, not so intimately as I did.
This picture looks somewhat like the bumpers I describe above. While coming out of the front door I was busy talking to our receptionist, a very nice woman. Cindy had already left out the door and was waiting for me.
I backed out the door, wearing a skirt made of gauzy material. It happened to be windy that day and I backed right into one of these bumpers which immediately found itself underneath my skirt. The wind was blowing my skirt around as if it were a Marilyn Monroe camera shot. The bumper just would not get out from underneath my skirt no matter how I tried to get off the thing. I was fighting that bumper like a wild woman. Mind you besides my skirt being caught underneath of it, I was at times, riding that bumper as if I were at an amusement park. What kind of ride one would call that is anybody’s guess.
Meanwhile, my friend, Cindy, is crouched onto the ground, laughing herself sick as she watched me trying to get off this bouncing bumper with the wind blowing my skirt every which way including above my head and my thigh highs in full view of anyone around.
I would say I had that Marilyn Monroe look without being Marilyn of course. (I wish). And mind you there was that orange bumper under my dress making things worse.
I looked over at Cindy and she was pointing her hidden thumb down the lane where there happened to be 3 men dressed in suits watching my plight. Oh, I cannot explain in any detail the embarrassment I felt. I can certainly understand why the Hawk is constantly telling me to watch where I’m walking with the kinds of mishaps I have. This was a long time before I met the Hawk though and I had nobody to warn me of the dangers of walking backwards!
Finally, miraculously, the bumper stopped pulling my skirt up and I was able to get myself out from underneath it. What a fight I had to get that damn orange bumper out from underneath me. But, I still had to pass those 3 guys in suits. Normally there would be no one standing in that lane.
As Cindy and I passed the 3 men, I just looked over and said, “Good afternoon, gentlemen” and they turned with big grins and said, “Oh, we have already had a good day, thank you very much”. They gave me great big smiles and were desperately trying not to break out into guffaws as Cindy and I passed to go onto lunch.
Now it is your turn. I dare you again.
Hey dude, could it be any worse than having mice on your head when I’m supposed to be catching them and eating them?