On my way out the door this morning, a quick glance in the mirror caused my heart to sink. There, on the front of my new shirt, was a symbol of my total ineptitude. My “scarlet letter” was in the form of clear sticker-tag which boldly announced “MMMMMM.”
This, of course, was the very shirt which I had worn the previous afternoon to a picnic. The very shirt in which I had visited with at least fifty people, strangers and old acquaintances that I hadn’t seen years. How could I have missed this tag? Although the shirt does have polka dots, the emblazoned “MMMMMMs” were still plainly in view.
So, how many people noticed the tag and decided against commenting? (I know at least two people didn’t notice: my husband and I.) Perhaps the people with whom I was visiting when I dropped my entire plate of hors d'oeuvres thought that I’d suffered enough embarrassment for one evening, so couldn’t bear to mention it. Perhaps a few truly didn’t notice, but alas, it was noticeable. Well, I only hope that most of them enjoyed a good laugh in the car on their way home. And perhaps, the next time they embarrass themselves publicly, they will think of me and know that they are not alone.
Debra, that is hilarious. I have done the very same thing. However, I did have a friend tell me to remove the 10's that were lining my new plaid shorts. At least yours did not reveal an exact size. Anyway, to add to it, I would maybe give more description of your emotions or feeling as you realized the M's were still on your shirt. Maybe the anger for no one telling you if they noticed, or maybe the rise of the heat in your cheeks from embarrassement. You know, something like that.
ReplyDeleteDebra, I can put myself in your shoes. I have had embarrassing moments and people around you will not tell you things. I don't know whether they are embarrassed for you are just think it is funny.
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