Mortified hilarity…

There is always a time where we are completely mortified, but whatever the event is, it’s hilarious. As in the, I’m 100 different shades of red embarrassed, never want to be seen again, laughing hysterically.

Okay, what am I talking about…I’m sure you’re wondering now. To make a short story even shorter:

Today at work I was leaving for my lunch break. Now, unfortunately I’m one of those women who carries a large purse with an obscure and overwhelming content. I mean, I swear I could run a store out of my purse. I digress. I was standing about a foot from the stairs digging for my keys (which are always at the bottom it seems) and I’m just digging and shifting through the mess. I didn’t notice that anything had fallen out or was on the floor. Now a patron happened to be walking up the stairs at this exact moment. Naturally being the super friendly person I am I look him directly in the eye and say hi. He starts to say hi back, looks down, and says “hi, I was going to pick that up for you, but yeah…” I get this really quizzical look and say what? I look down and a tampon had fallen out into the floor. I wanted to die right there. I’m pretty sure I was like, “oh my god, I am so sorry.” fifty million times. I was at a loss for words. I looked at my coworkers who was dying laughing as much as I was.

I was way too many shades of red to be healthy, laughing uncontrollably, and so hot from embarrassment you would have cooked an egg on my face. It was hilarious, but I was mortified. I keep and extra tampon in my purse in case of emergencies or something and of course of all the things to fall out of my purse would be that. And of course the patron walking up the stairs had to be male and totally try to not be weird about it by making a joke. The embarrassment wore off by the time I got back from my lunch break, but I’ve made sure those special little feminine things were zipped away where they wouldn’t fall out again

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Another less mortifying but even more hilarious event happened at Church Sunday. My son and I were standing in the back of church singing during worship. After one of the songs ended he just yells out “YAY!” almost as loud as his little voice could. I am not exaggerating when I say nearly the whole church turned around looked at us smiling/laughing. It was funny, it was cute and adorable, but I hate large groups of people looking at me all at once. I’m a horrible public speaker because I get nervous in large crowds. Having my whole church look at me at once was nerve-wracking, even if it was because my son is the cutest thing ever. So I was several shades of red, but not nearly as mortified as the first events in this post.

I hope you had a good laugh! I know I did! Anything like this ever happen to you all?