I know that we all have embarrassing moments, but I seem to have them more frequently than other people. My friends reckon I have most of them (plus injuries) when I'm away on holiday but the other day I proved that embarrassing incidents can happen just as easily to me at home, as on holiday.
I was in Countdown Supermarket in Kilbirnie. A young guy walked toward me with something strapped to his chest. I peered closer. Oh, yes, I think it was a baby, in a little hold-all, but this was hard to make out because the guy was so big and the hold-all so tiny. I opened my mouth to say something, to coo over the baby, if indeed it was a baby. This is what came out of my mouth:
"Oh, what's that tiny thing you've got below there?"
(Pause..... whilst my four readers snigger, then collapse in fits of giggles)
Okay, okay, foot-in-mouth time, most extraordinary. But I still didn't click onto the deeper meaning of my words. How naive am I?
For a split second, the guy actually looked lower down than the cute little baby nestled against his chest. I was still happily old-person smiling away.
It was a one week old girl, so the guy hurriedly explained to me.
And we went our merry ways. It wasn't till about an hour later, I realised my giant faux pas. J, my swimming buddy, later said to me - she was all but rolling on the floor in hysterics - that the guy would no doubt by now - it was 6 pm in the evening - be at the pub regaling the tale to his mates as probably he would be doing hundreds more times in the future. Oh what a laugh-in everybody would have.
Thanks, J. So great at confidence-building....