We've all experienced those times when we did or said something stupid and wished the ground would open up and swallow us.
Walking out of a bathroom in a public place, looking down and seeing you’re dragging a piece or tissue with your shoe – or worse yet, your skirt tucked into your underwear.
Or how about admiring photos of young children display in an older man’s office and innocently asking if those are his grandchildren, only to be corrected in a stern manner that those are HIS children. Oops! Lesson here: never ask such a question.
Then there are some things from long, long ago that caused you embarrassment or humiliation, things you should have long since forgotten and yet they are burned into your memory. The incidents in your young life that aren't important at all now. But at the time, you thought you’d die from the pain!
One such thing has remained in my mind after all these years.
I was 16 and had begun my sophomore year at a new high school. Of course, at that age, one of the first things a girl might notice is the cute-factor of the boys in her classes.
There was one boy I picked out as the one I wanted to know. He was blonde, cute, a football player and had the dreamiest blue eyes ever. Time passed and we talked a few times and he seemed interested in me as well.
Finally, the day came when he asked me for a Saturday night date to go to the drive-in movies. We were to “double date” with another couple.
Now my parents were quite strict about my curfew. 11 p.m. No exceptions.
The movie was not in my town, but in a larger one about 25 miles away. As the magic hour was creeping up I became nervous, knowing full well I needed to say I must get home. But I was a rather shy girl, and I dreaded having to spoil the evening for the others because the movie was not finished.
So I let it ride, but dreading the moment I arrived home, hoping my parents wouldn’t be awake and know.
I should have known better, though, because my mother always waited up for me.
It was about 11:30 when we arrived home. Just as we were emerging from the car, I heard the front door open and there stood both my parents.
It was not pleasant. They were not “ugly” to my date, but their harsh words were directed at me for being late.
My date hurriedly said goodnight and left.
But that wasn’t the end of the story.
At school on Monday morning, as students were congregating in the hallways, slamming locker doors, laughing and talking about their weekends, a group of boys – friends of my Saturday date – walked by me and started singing the lyrics to the song, “Wolverton Mountain,” which was a popular hit of the day.
Nothing was said – just those friends of his singing these lyrics with a large grin on their faces.
I could have died. When you play the video you'll know why!
Looking back on that incident now, it seems so small and insignificant. But at the time it was major. That boy never asked me out on a date again.
This guy still lives in my community. I have not seen him in years, but have seen him on Facebook and have thought I should send him a message and ask if he remembers the incident.
And of course he doesn’t! And even if he did we’d both have a good laugh.
But just the same, I think I’ll just lie low and let the past stay in the past.
Do you still remember embarrassing moments from your past?