Have you ever sat down to try to think about the most embarrassing moment you've ever experienced? Every once in a while I get to thinking about it but I never come up with anything definitive.
Until the other day, when Jeremy reminded me of what I think is my most embarrassing moment. (Yes - unfortunately, he was there for it.)
Before I remembered that moment (with Jeremy's help), I was just about sure that my most embarrassing moment was the time I peed my pants on the sidewalk in front of my grandma's house while walking my aunt's dog. And we all know how sidewalks turn dark when they get wet. This moment was so embarrassing to my young self that I can't even remember all the details, such as why, exactly, I peed my pants. Hmm.
Another close contender for most embarrassing moment comes from when I was about 11 or 12 years old (age is important because I think being older made it more embarrassing). I was at a friend's house for a slumber party with at least half a dozen other girls. At one point, we decided to play hide and seek. Also at one point, I really had to go to the bathroom. After a couple of rounds of hide and seek, at the beginning of a new round, I went in the bathroom to use the facilities.
After I was done going to the bathroom - why, oh why, after - I noticed that one of my friends was using the shower as her hiding place. As in, the shower right next to the toilet. The toilet I had just used. She had been in there the whole time. Maybe this is just wishful thinking but I'd like to remember that I finished up and went out of the bathroom like I didn't notice her. That would have been the most honorable path of action for both of us. Unfortunately, I have a vague memory of making eye contact with her. Blast.
Anyway, Jeremy did me the favor of reminding me that when we were engaged, we both had to go to the BYU Health Center to get some medical work done in preparation for moving to Russia. For example, we both had to get a chest x-ray.
Since we had our x-rays done at more or less the same time, the films were ready for us to pick up at more or less the same time. We went together to collect our oversized manila envelopes.
But wait, they weren't labeled on the outside for some reason. So, so very naively, I slid one of the x-rays out of its envelope, held it up to the light right there at the Health Center in front of everyone - but more importantly, in front of Jeremy - and asked obtusely, "Whose x-ray is this?? Is it yours or mine?"
Have you ever had a good look at a chest x-ray? I hadn't, not really. X-rays do a great job of taking a picture through all that skin and tissue. They really do. But if you have, um, "extra" skin and tissue over the applicable area, it will show up on the x-ray as a greyish blobby shadow. Not to put it too indelicately, but I had two greyish blobby shadows on my x-ray - you know, the one I was holding up to the light in front of everyone and Jeremy.
Jeremy just started laughing and said something like, "Um, I think that one is yours." As soon as I realized what was going on, I was MORTIFIED. It was like I was suddenly naked in front of everyone, including my fiancé. And it wasn't like someone else had set me up. It was my own fault.
Looking back, it doesn't seem like this should have been so embarrassing. On paper, having your fiancé see a chest x-ray that includes a fair image of one's, um, chest is pretty low on the embarrassment potential. But this was so humiliating to me that I kind of blocked it out of my memory until Jeremy brought it up the other day. It was on his mind since he he had to have another chest x-ray taken, this time for his new job.
Thankfully, this time, I was spared the indignity. And now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that no other, newly remembered embarrassing moments come to mind. I think I have enough for now.
(If anyone has any embarrassing moments to share, that would be brilliant.)