Blog Every Day in January: An embarrassing moment, or three.

Oh boy. Today's post is a treat. A humiliating, regrettable treat.

I am highly prone to embarrassing moments, but they've happened so often to me that I've gotten used to it. But there are still those few shining incidents that never really go away, you know?.

I have three stories, starting with preschool.



STORY 1: Underwear

I was a painfully shy child. I had one or two friends, but especially when I was very little, I preferred to blend in. Meaning I really hated being called out.

Preschool was over for the day, and we all rushed to the coat room to get our bags and coats. I picked up my Minnie Mouse bag, rushed to the circle, and sat down. I had ballet after class, and I was eager to get going.

As soon as we were all situated in our circle, I noticed, to my horror, a pair of Beauty and the Beast underwear. RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CIRCLE! They were mine. I knew they were mine. I had an extra pair in my bag along with extra socks and my ballet outfit.

I tried to play it cool. I just sat there, looking everywhere but the underwear, even as all of my classmates zeroed in on them. Because duh, I managed to drop them precisely in the middle of the circle.

And then, the WORST thing imagineable happened. My teacher stood in the middle of the circle and asked if they were mine! It wasn't quiet, at least in my head. It felt like an announcement. I nodded yes because I have always been a terrible liar, and everybody laughed. It scarred me. And that began my years of odd incidents and humiliating situations.



STORY 2: MY FRIEND THE TWIN

This one was pure stupidity.

It was senior year, AP English class. Our teacher was telling us this story about how he went to TGI Friday's and ran into a guy that looked exactly like himself. He said they looked at each other, did a double take and cracked up about it.

I thought that story was pretty good. It was hilarious, actually. While I was laughing, I asked my friend who sat in front of me, "Can you imagine running into someone who looks just like you? How crazy would that be?!"

She didn't respond.

She's a twin, guys. An identical twin. And this is something I was very, very aware of.



STORY 3: KNIVES ON A PLANE

This one is terrible. Like, one of the worst moments of my life.

I went to Spain between my sophomore and junior years of high school. While we were in Toledo, we visited a famous sword shop. I bought my dad this gorgeous dagger, and I bought myself a box of chocolates.

A couple days later, we were packing up to go home. Both the chocolate and the dagger were in boxes nearly identical in size, wrapped in the same pink paper, and weighed about the same. (See where this is going?)

So when I was packing, without thinking...OF COURSE I PUT THE DAGGER IN MY CARRY ON! The chocolates, on the other hand, were nestled snugly in my suitcase. I was so proud of that dagger, and I thought it'd be something my dad would like a lot.

Fast-forward to the airport, where I'm being screamed at in Spanish about how they're going to "obliterate" my dagger and questioned the life out of me in a language I barely understood. And they did indeed confiscate that dagger, so I lost out on that.

To make matters worse, I could hear my teacher yelling "What idiot packed a dagger in their carry-on?!" He was one of my favorite high school teachers, too.

On top of that all, the plane was delayed five hours for "security reasons" and I can only assume I may have had something to do with that? Hmm...

Regardless, that story makes me cringe every time. Luckily I was 16 and probably looked too dumb and terrified to actually pose a threat.



Ahhh, memories. I hope you enjoyed those! I've noticed I haven't been making myself look very good with some of the topics I've chosen haha.

Enjoy your new week!