You know when you’re involved in those icebreaker conversation situations and someone asks for people to share their most embarrassing moment (because we all like to laugh at other people making fools of themselves). All my life, I’ve never had a really good story to tell. I’ve never had a good story to tell…that is…until now.
Y’all. It happened. My most embarrassing, painfully clumsy moment.
One rainy, Fall afternoon (last week), I was waiting inside the Starbucks for my mom who was coming to pick up my kids so I could get a little writing done. Through the glass storefront I saw her pull up into a nearby parking space. So I sent my kids out to get in her car for their grandmotherly adventure. But as they reached the car I remembered that they left something in my car they might need. So I quickly called my mom on the phone and asked her to wait.
I ran out into the pouring rain, got the thing from my car, then ran it to my mom’s car — me now dripping wet. This is when everything started happening in slow motion. I turned to run back into the crowded, glass-front Starbucks and with all my might I took off into a powerful sprint — because you know, I’m a wanna-be-runner. In my head I’m sleek and aerodynamic (not really).
I get about 10 feet from the door of the Starbucks and was jolted to a stop. My Olympic, dream-like runner’s euphoria came to a screeching halt as my body flailed into a waist-high, metal bar. Legs and head coming forward, I looked like a life-sized greater than sign ( < ) curved around an unmoving piece of iron.
I died. Not literally. But in laughter. Y’all. I could not contain myself. I turned around to see my daughter in the front seat of my mom’s car also wailing in laughter…after she realized that I had survived the event. Then with rain still coming down, my hair dripping wet, and any ounce of pride I had 2 minutes prior completely crushed, I made the walk of shame back inside the glass-front Starbucks to my table which is where I sat to type out this hilarity — with the adrenaline eventually subsiding and the soreness slowly increasing.
“Some have given their lives for martyrdom, Lara Williams died because she smacked into a pole.”
I’m certain that this will one day be some illustration I use to teach some lesson about staying on guard to the schemes of the enemy or keeping our eyes on our path ahead, or something like that. But for today I simply invite you to laugh your face off at/with me. Happy Monday, people. Happy Monday.
Tell us your most embarrassing moment. I promise we
won’t will laugh.