tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043777019988682722.post6970612775617829690..comments2023-10-03T09:24:35.660-04:00Comments on blink and you'll miss it: How Mortifying...caralynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252396636160373693noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043777019988682722.post-30867468989016138422011-01-13T20:24:11.069-05:002011-01-13T20:24:11.069-05:00Wow! I was laughing quietly to myself and then I ...Wow! I was laughing quietly to myself and then I read Aunt Rosemary's comment and now I'm laughing out loud!Rebeccahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15375992827459566222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043777019988682722.post-85620108693858746762011-01-08T14:55:20.765-05:002011-01-08T14:55:20.765-05:00Ahhhhh-hahahaha!!!!
I'm laughing with you and...Ahhhhh-hahahaha!!!!<br /><br />I'm laughing with you and not at you. Unless it's still to fresh. Then, in that case, I'm laughing at you. ;)Braden R. Nicholsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00909734684645605312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043777019988682722.post-54272671630244625972010-12-30T17:44:56.669-05:002010-12-30T17:44:56.669-05:00This reminds me of one of my most embarrassing mom...This reminds me of one of my most embarrassing moments ever, and Patrick, who was probably about 8 at the time, was there to witness the event and tell everyone about it for weeks to come. It was while we were on route to a vacation destination out west and we needed a few things while on the road, the most important being a deck of cards to help pass the time. We stopped at a Target (because they are all organized the same, right?), but after searching unsuccessfully decided to find help. We spotted a red-vested employee dressed in jeans, basketball sneakers, a long-sleeved cowboy-type shirt and sporting a short, but messy hair-cut walking away from us down an aisle. I hurried to catch up and all of what happened next occurred in a spit-second. "Sir," I called out. The red-vested employee turned immediately and realizing this was not the male face I expected to see to go with the outfit I quickly revised my salutation and said "m'am." But as soon as I said it I knew that wasn't necessarily accurate either, and so I proceeded to blurt out "whatever"! OMG, what could be worse? I glanced at Patrick and he was horror-struck. I quickly asked where to find cards and scurried away as fast as I could. The only thing that kept Patrick's criticism in check was that he couldn't tell either whether the red-vested Target employee was a sir or a m'am. And neither of us had the wherewithal to look for a name tag in the heat of those few seconds. Afterwards, I just prayed that my faux pas didn't cause or exacerbate any gender identity issues for the embarrassed, red-vested Target emloyee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043777019988682722.post-88321823936863687942010-12-30T14:44:48.503-05:002010-12-30T14:44:48.503-05:00Laughing at your misfortune has truly made my day!...Laughing at your misfortune has truly made my day! I know it brings you absolutely no consolation. Just steer clear of that Kmart for awhile. :)Dawnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06500479472359340075noreply@blogger.com