Have you ever been so embarrassed that you wanted the ground to open and you just fall in? That's a feeling I don't ever want to feel again, but believe me, it's happened so many times, and I'm going to admit to just a few.
I have had a hearing problem for several years, but before I reluctantly started to wear my hearing aids, I was so hearing impaired. I had a friend who finally asked me why I didn't like her anymore, and I asked why in the world she would ask such a thing. She said, “Well, I talk to you and ask questions, and you never answer or you just smile and nod.” I really wonder how many times I nodded when I should have moved my head from side to side.
We were in Starkville once eating dinner and I needed to go to the bathroom. I walked in and thought it really looked different. The pots hung on the wall? Yes, they were urinals, and I was in the men's bathroom. A very nice, but surprised gentleman told me mine was next door. And then that very same day we stopped by Shoney's for some dessert, and again I'm in the bathroom and I hear a woman come into the room and say, "Honey, are you in here?" In the stall next to me I heard a deep masculine voice say, " Yes, I'll be right out." He had dementia and had mistakenly gone into the wrong facility. I just raised my legs high and stayed really quiet until his wife took him out.
Then there was the day in Office Depot when a lady once again came into the bathroom, (honestly I'm not there all the time) and I was flat on my belly crawling out from under the stall door as I was stuck inside.
One of my nephews has always been somewhat of a prankster, and he once asked me if he could handcuff me with his new set. I, believing they were toys, said sure. Well, they weren't play ones; they were real, and he had no key. I drove myself to the police station, and one of my police friends — I thought he was a friend — carried me to the fire station to have the things cut off, but he carried me in a police car, with the lights blinking, and around the square to get there.
My friend and I were in NYC one summer and asked a cab to carry us to the "hop on hop off" location from our hotel in Times Square. He looked at me and said, "Really?" We got in and drove two blocks, and he said, “Here we are.” He charged us $10 for that trip.
I once sent a text to our accountant saying I love you, and he sent back, "Well, I love you too." His name was next to my husband’s, and I hit the wrong entry. Once Roy and I were at a big company party, and he had walked away talking to someone and I walked on to him and took his hand and the man attached to the hand turned to me and said, "Well, hello." Not my man's hand!
And, saving the most embarrassing for last. When I was expecting our last child, we had been to a doctor's appointment in Greenwood and were eating lunch at Wendy's. I, of course again, had gone to the bathroom and came out and when I sat down on the seat of the booth, it felt really cold to my upper legs. Yes, my sundress was caught up inside my underwear, and I had walked "flashed" across Wendy's from the bathroom to the other side of the place showing everybody. It was really difficult for my husband to get me to get up and leave that fast food place.
There are so many more times I could write about but I'll save them. I'm not dead yet, so I am positive I will have many more to share before my time is up.
Strawberries are so sweet and good right now, and my family loves them. Here's an easy recipe for using strawberries.
STRAWBERRY COBBLER
2 pounds of strawberries, halved and quartered, 1 cup of sugar, 3 tablespoons cornstarch or flour,
For the cobbler topping: 1 3/4 cup of flour, 1/4 cup sugar, 1/2 stick of butter, melted, 1/2 cup buttermilk, 1 large egg, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, Whipped topping for serving.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees, and add strawberry mixture to the bottom of a cast iron skillet after mixing well. Make topping by mixing all together and then dropping by large spoonful over the strawberry mixture. Bake 50 minutes till brown.
