Several of the bloggers I'm following have been posting about their most embarrassing moments this week. And like a self-conscious, wanna be cool, easily-influenced teenager, I have succumbed to the peer pressure and decided to join in. Or maybe I'm just ultra competitive, and know I can win this contest hands down if I'm willing to share my humiliation with a bunch of complete strangers. You be the judge. Here are their stories:
By the way, these are all great bloggers and writers and you should follow them! If I'm missing anyone in the share-your-most-embarrassing-moment blogfest, please let me know in the comments section. And by all means, jump in if you want to join the fun.
This of course has nothing whatsoever to do with the things I normally blog about, but I do have a darn good story. And it's Friday. And we could all use a laugh every now and then. So what the heck? I interrupt my regularly scheduled blog topics to bring you my most embarrassing moment. Enjoy!
I was in college, and home visiting my parents for the weekend. It was a Sunday morning. OK, I never woke up before noon at that age, so I'm sure it was the afternoon. My parents and brother had gone out for lunch, without me since they knew better than to wake me up. Although I was kind of bummed to have missed out on the good (read free) restaurant food.
Since I had been home last, my parents had gotten this new, fancy alarm system installed. They had no idea how to use it. Which I found amusing and perplexing (why pay for something you don't use?). And of course I had no idea how it worked since they could not show me.
I needed to take a shower before heading back to school. And, because I had the house all to myself, I decided to rock out. My room was down the hall from the bathroom, so I turned my stereo way up in order to hear it over the water.
I love to take really, really hot showers. The kind most people would probably find scalding. And what happens when you take a really, really hot shower? (Do you see where this is going yet?)
So I'm in the (scalding hot) shower, taking my sweet time and singing away. But all good things must come to an end. So I turn off the water, and suddenly I hear a deafening noise. It scared the you-know-what out of me. Seriously, I'm amazed I did not go right there in the shower. Frantic, I ran out of the bathroom naked and soaking wet to find out what was going on.
Did I happen to mention that the bathroom was located at the top of the stairs? And do you think you know what was at the bottom of the stairs at this point? The ENTIRE fire department. Seven or eight guys. Decked out in full gear. One of them, honest to God, actually had an ax in his hand. While I had been singing and showering away, they had been trying to figure out how to get in the house to stop the fire they were sure was raging inside. (Fortunately, they were able to get in through an unlocked window.)
After screaming and running back in to the bathroom, I had to put on my dad's bathrobe and go out in the front yard to talk to the police. Where I find two firetrucks, three police cars and every single neighbor we have in the street. The (bleeping) alarm is still going off, because of course I don't know the code. And the police are treating me like I am some kind of criminal who breaks in to people's homes to use their shower and play their stereo. I had to show them my driver's license to prove I belonged there.
My family was extremely sorry to have missed all the excitement. And they had a great deal of fun at my expense. That night at dinner, my dad said, "I wonder what they are talking about over dinner at the firehouse tonight." Actually, I often wonder if some of the old guys are still there, telling the rookies about the time they saw that crazy college girl naked.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming... I'll be sharing the post I had already written for today on Monday. Have a great one!