We've all experienced embarrassing, perhaps even mortifying, situations. How you handle them can say quite a lot about you! How would you have handled the following;
The Turkey Dinner.
Picture this. You've invited your internet dating sweetie to meet your family. You've all gathered around the Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner table, all ten of you. As you make your way to the table with the beautifully carved turkey, your brat of a cat decides this is THE opportune time to play with your apron strings. You drop the turkey. All Over The Kitchen Floor. The table holds its collective breath. What do you do? Me? I invoked the 30 second rule. No one died. Not even Great Aunt Hilda.
The Table.
You've recovered from the 'turkey drop', and are in the process of serving dessert and coffee. As you're refilling Great Aunt Hilda's coffee, again, you stub your small toe against the leg of the dining room table. Though your first instinct might be to curse mightily, Aunt Hilda would surely have a heart attack if you did, so this wouldn't be the wisest course of action. Me? I threatened to turn the table into firewood if it ever dared do this to me again. It hasn't. Yet.
The Cat.
Dinner is done, and so are the dishes. Everyone's enjoying an after dinner drink in the living room when The Cat makes an appearance. Not satisfied with the havoc he created in the kitchen, The Cat promptly relieves himself all over Great Aunt Hilda's new Minolo Blahnik's. No one knows quite what to say as they stare in stupefied silence at anything other than Great Aunt Hilda's shoes. Me? I complimented the cat on his excellent taste in footwear. Then I excused myself and went out for coffee. By myself.
The Car and The Coffee Shop.
You've embarked on a 'green' initiative, and have sworn to forego the drive thru. After all, it doesn't take much time to park the car and actually go to the counter to order your coffee. When you return to your vehicle you discover that you've locked your keys in your car. The guys in the car beside you are beside themselves with laughter. Me? I remarked that it could've been worse, at least it wasn’t raining, as I rummage through my purse for my cell phone. It started raining. My cell phone battery was dead. The guys in the car laughed so hard they had tears running down their faces. As I fiddled with the valves on their tires and heard the sound of escaping air, I laughed too.
Sometimes that's all you can do. Laugh. Because if you didn't, you'd just go crazy!
