I have some funny friends and even funnier family members, myself included. Think back through your life and remember what you believe to be the most embarrassing moment ever.
Recently my good friend and neighbor, Charlotte, came to visit. As soon as I saw her I said, “What happened? Didn’t you get picked?” She had been called for jury duty beginning at 9 that morning and totally forgot about it. This is a person who never forgets anything. In fact, she was actually looking forward to serving. Her only comment was, “The little voices in my head forgot to remind me.”
By the time she left, I had her convinced that the sheriff’s department was going to pull up in her yard, handcuff her and throw her in jail. I told her I would look for her on the side of the road, picking up trash, and that I hoped orange was a good color for her.
Then there’s another friend, Betsy. Her brother went overseas several years ago and brought her back a little square bottle of Fuji water. He had her convinced that it was specially bottled for her and was one of a kind. That lasted longer than any of us thought it would.
Then there’s me, at a very young age. I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but decided to go ahead and buy one anyway. The guys at the office where I worked took full advantage of that and gave me a list of things that needed to be done in order to keep the car in good condition. You know, stuff like change the oil every three or four months, be sure the radiator has plenty of water in it and last, but most important, have the air changed in the tires every 90 days or they’ll go flat.
I wish you could have seen the little auto mechanic’s face when I drove into the shop and told him it was time to change the air in my tires. You get the picture, right?
My late husband, Jay, let a little leak in the kitchen sink get so bad that he jacked up the pipes with a carjack to keep them from bursting before we could get a plumber. What started out as a cheap fix with a little washer ended up as a $400 bill. Those of you who knew Jay realize how much that hurt him. He was, sometimes, and little tight with money.
My grandson Jay is the genius in the family, but doesn’t really pay much attention to signs. Seriously, he is a genius – straight “A’s” in college, plans to be a doctor. He parked in a security zone at the college in Milledgeville, came out from whatever he had to do and discovered his car had been towed. I wish I had been there to see the look on his face. I guarantee he didn’t understand why they couldn’t have waited on him a little longer.
Sarah, my granddaughter, has not really had any embarrassing moments that I know of. In fact, she’s probably the one with the most common sense of us all, except when it comes to her new puppy, Bailey. She has been googly-eyed over that dog ever since she bought her, but I can’t complain about that. She gets it from her granny.
(Pat Fickle is a Martinez resident.)