We all see those funny stories and cartoons that travel across the satellites to tickle our funny bones. But if you stop and think about it, some of the funniest stories are when we tell things on ourselves. Well, as I've gotten older I have learned to laugh more at some of the things that have happened to me that, at the time, were mortifying. One of my most embarrassing moments (and I don't embarrass easily) is guaranteed to cause a chuckle of pure glee. Let me share it with you.....
The year was 1987. I weighed a mere 95 pounds and only 5' tall. I loved to wear dresses to work and those spike high heels. It made me feel really confident. I worked for a machine shop that manufactured pump replacement parts for industrial pumps. I was in Customer Service/Sales. My office was on the second floor and had windows on two sides. I could stand in my office and look down at the entire plant. I shared the office with Jerry, the production manager. Part of my job was to go out in the shop several times a day to check on the status of particular rush jobs for my clients.
Every time I would go out there, the guys would whistle and hoot and holler just to try to embarrass me and it never worked. I grew up out in the county with two brothers and tons of boys always hanging around. It takes a LOT to embarrass me.
Well, this one particular day, I had on a really pretty blue dress with a full skirt that swirled around my legs. I had made about 5 or 6 trips through the shops with the standard whistles and catcalls. My husband worked there as well and these guys were his friends and they did it to try to get a rise out of one of us, but we just laughed it off. This particular day, about 2:00 in the afternoon, I had just come back upstairs and Jerry was standing at the bank of windows on the phone. Every single one of the men in the shop, my dear hubby included, had stopped and were looking up at our office. Jerry called me to the window and said, "The guys have a question for you." Of course, I thought it was about a rush job and I said, "Sure. What?"
"They want to know why you have a hump on your butt?" I about died. I looked behind me and sure enough there was a knot on my rear end about the size of a baseball. I heard them all laughing as I dashed into the little girls room. I raised my dress and there, static clinging to my slip was a wadded up wash cloth from the dryer! Talk about embarrassing! But it was also hilarious. I just came out laughing and told Jerry what it was. Later that night, I told hubby about the static cling hump on my hip. His reaction?....."Yeah, I saw that and wondered what it was."
We still laugh about it. But in all these years, he has yet to come up with a satisfactory answer as to WHY he didn't tell me about it. It just goes to show you, we need to keep a good sense of humor at all times.
