Tiff's Blog Challenge: Embarrasing Moments

If you only have one most embarrassing story then you are lucky! I have about ten really good ones that still make me red in the face when I recount them. But one thing I have found is that most embarrassing stories usually result in someone reporting back to you that they have had a similar experience or know someone who has. We all do dumb things, have stupid stuff happen to us in public, experience an escape of gas at the most inopportune moment or find ourselves in a predicament we just didn't expect. Ever.

The challenge this week is to write about one of those moments. Trust me.....it will be cathartic!

I would suggest....and it is merely just a suggestion....that you keep the subject lighthearted. This is your choice but I'm not encouraging anyone to dredge up some long-held secret that you swore you would never reveal. It's a chance to laugh at yourself and commisserate with others about the times when things just don't go right.

Blog on!!

I have to start by saying that I'm not in the least bit surprised that the topic of embarassment was brought up by my friend Tiffany - who is the most outrageous and funny woman I have met in YEARS. Whenever I think of her, I smile.

There are so many embarrassing moments from which to choose. But truly, in the last year, one really stands out in my mind. My trip to the ScrapShare Texas Retreat. Not really the trip, more my arrival. I printed everything off - tickets, itinerary, phone numbers (well, all of the phone numbers I thought I needed), logistics from the website to insure that I did not get lost. So what did I do? Yup, got lost.

(Louis is fond of saying that I would have a hard time finding my way out of a paper bag. It's true. I have ZERO sense of direction and get lost on a regular basis. This time I made every effort not to. Which, I think, insured that I did.)

I arrived at the Dallas/Fort Worth airport and got my bags. Went to the information booth and asked about transportation getting to the American Airlines Training Centre. I was directed outside to the "blue" vans. I got onto a "blue" van and was driven, with two very pleasant ladies, to downtown Dallas. Now, I'm chatting away (it's what I do!) but am aware enough that we're going pretty far so asked the driver who assured me that we were going in the right direction and not to worry as he's been getting people to the right place for years. A half our or so later I am dropped off in downtown Dallas at the American Airline Centre. Okay. So, hmm. Where am I supposed to go. I check for Retreat signs. None. Doors are locked. This is not a good sign. One door is open. The pro shop. The pro shop? It turns out I am at the American Airlines Centre not the American Airlines TRAINING Centre which is way back - by the airport.

Bless Stacy who borrowed a friend's truck and drove all the way to Downtown Dallas through the end of day rush hour traffic to rescue me. This was, of course, the first time I had every actually met Stacy in real life! Great first impression, eh?