I had another ‘honte’ moment today standing in a baby store. You might remember my honte moment from last week in which after prancing around a clothing store, I walked back to the car to discover my grill peppered with poppy seeds.
This time the honte wasn’t quite as acute, because I wasn’t pretending to play the role of glamorous and rich. (What can I say? The actor in me got excited.) I simply missed my mouth taking a sip of coffee. Not so bad if I was alone or with Elsie. In fact, Elsie prefers it if I miss my mouth. She’s all ‘do as I do, Mama.’ So I obligingly finger my shirts with goo and upchuck on my favourite jeans.
But this time I was standing at the cash when I missed my mouth, causing the latte to dribble down my white tank top in a gregarious fashion right in front of the clerk’s nose. The clerk was definitely startled. Taken aback by Ms. Butterfingers. But she nonetheless responded with kindness, ‘Oh, welcome to my world!’
Nice of her.
But I still felt like a moron.
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Not a moron at all – you made her day seeing someone else be a little human – yay for vulnerability!
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