Katie, at Overflowing Brain, is one of my favorite blogs to read. This week, while guest posting at another blog, she told her most embarrassing story to date (boy is it ever!) and challenged readers to pony up their own. I feel like my life tends to be one big embarrassing moment, with nothing to distinguish particular moments, so I had nothing of value to contribute. Then, as my life really IS one big embarrassing moment, I stuck my foot in my mouth. Down my throat, rather.
Friday I went to see the Dark Knight again. A friend of mine hadn't seen it yet, so I, feeling self-sacrificial, went with her. It was even better the second time, y'all! I almost walked out of the theater half way through because I knew what was coming and could hardly stand it. Yeah. I'm bad that way. I told y'all, right, about the Hunny taking me to see the movie Cape Fear when we were dating? About 20 minutes in, during some scene in the kitchen with a butcher knife, I got up and ran out of the theater. Didn't go back in. Turns out my Hunny didn't even know I was gone, he was so enthralled in the film. I'm a wuss. But the Dark Knight ROCKS.
So this friend and I drop her three year old off at this wonderful little pay-by-the-hour daycare. We picked him up after the movie and the woman behind the desk was wiping the face of a baby boy who was being held by someone else. He was a cute, chubby faced kid, but he had this ... hair cut. I know y'all have seen them. It's a mohawk, really, with the sides shaved and the top laying flat. So I say, (because I can't keep surprise from coming out of my mouth) "Who does that to their child's head?"
The woman wiping his face, evidently. She turned and said so. After apologizing, I asked her WHY she did that to her kid. Seems his hair grows very quickly and already, at eight months, people were telling her what a cute little girl she had. The dad requested a boy haircut, so she gave him one. That I understand. But it took a long time to get my foot all the way back out of my mouth.
Seems I might need to sew my mouth shut when I'm in public.
Until I write again ...
I can't count the number of times I have stuck my conspiratorial foot in my mouth - "Can you believe someone did this?" "I did it" "Well you did it very well!" Yikes... On the other hand, perhaps I have made them think a bit and they won't do that again - the world will be a better place, really. I think it will be the same in your case. How many mohawk-coiffed babies does the world need anyway?
That is hysterical. I readily agree that babies with mohawks are a sad lot.
My mom and I were school clothes shopping one year and she grabbed this hideous shirt off a rack and asked "what self respecting fat person buys a shirt like this" (she is fat too) and the woman in line in front of us leaned over and put her shirt back
Oops. Yeah don't you feel awful when that happens, there is just no backing out of it.
I would have done the exact same thing. Keep talking;)
I think thats great I would probably asked the same thing LOL but then would have laughed in total understanding!
Bless your heart! Yep, I've been there. I think my latest was asking this absolutely marvelous woman when her baby was due. It's sort of a private question, but her stomach was sticking out about nine feet and she had a passel of kids with her, so I figured another one was on the way and it was a friendly question.
Nope, not pregnant at all! Turns out she has a hernia from her last pregnancy. And I had to go and remind her that no matter how nice she is or how she takes pains with her appearance, she looks like she's about to give birth at any moment. Furthermore, since she was a kind person, she felt like she had to give me some sort of explanation instead of just saying "I'm not pregnant" and leaving me to work it out for myself. Good going, me!
As for little kids' haircuts - yeah, I have to admit that I'm pretty conservative. This kind of thing annoys me, actually. Among other things, kids aren't toys. They aren't Barbie hair styling stations, My Little Pony with Color-Changing Mane, or whatever.
The problem is, certain hairstyles come with certain socio-economic assumptions. Cutting a kid's hair in a "look at me" style can be tantamount to hanging a sign around his neck listing the family's income and preferences in cars and drugs.
Now, if the kid had painted half his head green or had given himself a haircut, that would be different. Bring on the camera!
Bwah haaaa haaa haaa!
That was so funny. I can see why it wouldn't be so for you though.
I agree with mom above. How many mohawk babies does the world need?
You are doing a public service really.
My 9 year old great nephew has a mohawk and I hate it. That was kinda funny though. hehehe
Man ... you should have stuck to your guns. If it looked heinous you should have been like "there's no excuse for that atrocity." Take one from the tranny head playbook!
Ya- I must like the taste of foot, 'cause mine is in my mouth more than it's out.
I know you didn't mean to offend...
I feel your pain.
Hee hee! You are a woman after my own heart, I do stuff like that often. Sometimes I write apology letters and not send them, just so I can go to sleep instead of going over the embarrassing moment over and over again.
Hope you have a terrific week,
Ouch. I remarked to a parent last year that she looked so young that she must have had her daughter when she was 15. She corrected me, she was actually 16 when she had her.
Yep, the foot is mightier.
I've posted my final blog entry. I wanted to thank-you for becoming one of my readers every now and again over the last few months, your comments have always been a highlight in my day. Cheers!
Oh, I think I would've died. I know this because that's exactly the kind of comment I would make to the wrong person.
OMG... you BAD!
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