Recently at a weekend conference we were asked to tell about our most embarrassing moment. My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything. I know I've had embarrassing moments and that I've managed to humiliate myself on far too many occasions but at that particular point in time I couldn't think of a single thing.
Well I've remembered one now and by writing about it I hope that I'll be able to remember it for future such questions.
A few years ago I was in a crowded car park, trying to reverse our van out of a tight parking spot when suddenly over a loud speaker I heard this voice say, "You've got plenty of room. Keep coming back."
I looked around and spotted a red truck, resembling a fire engine, waiting for me to reverse. The driver was a man I knew through work (though I don't think he recognised me thankfully) and in his hand he had a loud speaker.
He boomed out instructions and I followed:
"Keep coming. You've got miles of room. You're not going to hit anything. Back ... back ... back. Just a little further. Now start turning. ... Straighten up. You're doing well. Just a little more."
By this time I was as red as a beetroot and Son#4 who was about 14 at the time had slide down so far in his seat that he couldn't be seen.
I completed the manoeuvre to the cheers and applause of my 'instructor'. I didn't look around to see how many people had stopped to watch the 'performance' but got out of there as quick as I could. I laughed all the way home, but Son#4 was less than impressed.
Son#3 tells me that women's distance-discerning abilities are different to men's which explains why I always think I haven't got enough room and DH (and my sons) always says there's plenty!
Don't tell Son#4 but there are times I wouldn't mind having the man in the red fire-engine behind me giving me instructions again as I try to get out of tight parking spots!
Well I've remembered one now and by writing about it I hope that I'll be able to remember it for future such questions.
A few years ago I was in a crowded car park, trying to reverse our van out of a tight parking spot when suddenly over a loud speaker I heard this voice say, "You've got plenty of room. Keep coming back."
I looked around and spotted a red truck, resembling a fire engine, waiting for me to reverse. The driver was a man I knew through work (though I don't think he recognised me thankfully) and in his hand he had a loud speaker.
He boomed out instructions and I followed:
"Keep coming. You've got miles of room. You're not going to hit anything. Back ... back ... back. Just a little further. Now start turning. ... Straighten up. You're doing well. Just a little more."
By this time I was as red as a beetroot and Son#4 who was about 14 at the time had slide down so far in his seat that he couldn't be seen.
I completed the manoeuvre to the cheers and applause of my 'instructor'. I didn't look around to see how many people had stopped to watch the 'performance' but got out of there as quick as I could. I laughed all the way home, but Son#4 was less than impressed.
Son#3 tells me that women's distance-discerning abilities are different to men's which explains why I always think I haven't got enough room and DH (and my sons) always says there's plenty!
Don't tell Son#4 but there are times I wouldn't mind having the man in the red fire-engine behind me giving me instructions again as I try to get out of tight parking spots!
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