EMBARRASSING or what?!
Well… here goes. I started writing this while silently wondering if I could actually share it. Truth be told, it takes a good dose of vulnerability — and let’s be honest, maybe a little bit of crazy too!
But I have a feeling I’m not alone. Most of us have a story (or two) tucked away — something silly, something unforgettable — if we’re willing to let ourselves be seen. And that’s the first step, isn’t it? We have to allow ourselves to go there.
Well guess what? I’m going there!
Anyone who knows me knows that I need humor in my life to truly feel ALIVE - and I’m not talking a sprinkle. I mean a good hearty dose. I am always up for a good laugh - even sometimes if it’s at my own expense.
But first… here’s an invitation:
If this story brings a smile, I’d love it if you’d share a moment or story of your own - something that gave you (or someone else) a good chuckle, even if it turned your cheeks a little pink.
We can always use more laughter in our lives - so here goes.
Many years ago, I worked in an all-female office. It was rare - almost unheard of - to see a man enter our domain. But on this particular day, that wasn’t the case.
For reasons I still don’t quite understand, a rather good-looking young man had recently rented a temporary office space in our building. He was actually a great guy - and truth be told, his presence added a bit of spark to our serious, sometimes mundane atmosphere.
Well, wouldn’t you know it — just my luck — his presence happened to be one of the days I had my most humiliating experience.
Don’t get me wrong, t was a wonderful job and I loved the fact that it had freedom for me as a single mother to, on the rare occasion, have my 2 year old son “visit” for the last hour or so before quitting time. On this particular day, it had been a very busy, stressful day when my baby-sitter dropped my son off so she could make it to an appointment of her own.
It was just one of those days. Let’s just say I was frazzled this day.
My son wanted my attention, and the mom guilt was kicking in - I also wanted to be there for my baby, right?!
However the more pressing issue of the moment was my desperate need to rid myself of some of the excess coffee I had consumed while trying to get through this unusually hectic day.
I gave my son a cookie and set him at the table and assured him I would be right back. I dashed to the washroom - almost immediately my son was at the door. Crying, calling “Mama” and banging with all his toddler might.
Mama was flustered and Mama just happened to be wearing a dress - along with the good old fashioned panty hose (you know the kind). I know you do!
Well, I rushed to pull them up, smoothed my dress - or so I thought - and hurried out the door!
By then someone had scooped up my son, and he was happily playing. I came out of the door and was immediately facing the office of the one and only male in the office. He had a large window and could clearly see me making my hasty exit from the washroom.
He looked up…he looked startled.
A mix of horror and barely-contained laughter danced across his face.
I clearly remember thinking, What’s his problem?
But all I could think about was to get to my office. I desperately needed to finish up while my baby was happily playing at the table. Let’s just say I needed this work day to end..
And then - that sinking feeling.
Something did not feel right.
I looked down…and to my absolute horror, realized the hem of my dress was caught in the waistband of my pantyhose. I do not need to go into detail. You get it
I stood there for just a moment,.
Suddenly, I understood his expression…and I wanted to vanish.
Apparently, I’d been giving a whole new meaning to “business casual”.
I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t know what to do. So… I did what I do best: turned beet red and burst out laughing.
Almost immediately— I heard his baritone laugh echo down the hallway.
It was contagious. because of course before long, the whole office had heard the story.
I’ll let you use your imagination when it comes to how the rest of the day unfolded.
Let’s just say… it was eventful — and it ended with a whole lot of laughter.
Yes, it was at my expense. And honestly?
By that point, I was totally okay with that.
So… on that note, let’s have a little fun. I feel like this story calls for it.
Tell me what you are thinking/experiencing right now:
😂 Rolling on the floor laughing
😳 Shocked and horrified that I would share this story
🤭 Cringing… because you’ve been there too
🤐 Speechless — but secretly impressed.
🙋♀️ Ready to share a story that will blow mine out of the water
Share your number - or better yet your story - let’s keep the giggles going.
Because really, if we can’t laugh at ourselves…what’s the fun in life?
Until next time,
Darlene
