Embarrassing Moments: Reasons to Laugh
Embarrassing moments are well, embarrassing. But sometimes we have to just own up to them, especially when people are around. Like the thousands of times that I have tripped over bumps in the sidewalks (especially those dang bricks in DC!), or that time I smacked my youth pastor’s bu…. That’s another story for another day!
Things happen around us, and a lot of times we find ourselves in embarrassing moments, and I think we just need to embrace them. Laugh them off, or just shake it off, but don’t forget them, because they are great stories!
I think I am going to start a new series, Embarrassing Moments: Reasons to Laugh (so hard that you cry…). One, because I have plenty to share, but also because I know we all can relate to being embarrassed. I find it hard to believe that someone has never been embarrassed, because it happens!
I have plenty of embarrassing stories. They just flock to me.
Dan and I went on vacation to Florida over Labor Day weekend this year. It was a house that was generously given to us for the weekend. It was amazing! It was the perfect pause between Dan’s summer classes and his fall classes and me starting my new job.
The house had a beautiful courtyard, and there were ceiling to floor sliding glass doors, with the same windows surrounding the sliding glass doors. It was a gorgeous house, but that is not the point of the story.
On the third day of our stay in Florida, it happened.
Dan and I had finished dinner outside, and were bringing dishes back into the house. I had just brought in one load, and was heading back outside for more.
Sometimes I think my brain works faster than my legs, but sometimes I think it’s the other way around.
I was hurrying to bring things in, probably because there was some sort of threat of rain or probably bugs. So I was rushing.
Yeah that was it, I was rushing.
I had gotten so much momentum from the kitchen to head outside, that I failed to realize one thing until it was too late.
I was heading straight for the ceiling-to-floor glass window.
Yeah, you read that right, the window, NOT the sliding glass door.
I somehow had forgotten where the door was, and I walked smack dab in the middle of the window.
Like face first.
Like hands up to try and brace yourself and you find yourself plastered on the window. I was like those Windex commercials. Dang you clean windows. Yeah, lets blame the clean windows.
That sounds good.
I was rushing and walked straight into the clean windows. Man, now it sounds so much better…
haha, I wish it was like that. I don’t know what happened, except that it was a blur, but I literally walked so fast and straight into the window face first.
And that’s not even the best part. Dan was outside the window, and he SAW THE WHOLE THING!
You should’ve seen his face, it was pure shock. Like what is Jenilee doing smacked against the window? Was it on purpose? Was it an accident.
By the time I had gathered myself, and realized where I was and what I had done, I looked up and there was Dan with dishes in his hands, and he had the look of pure shock borderline laughter. He was a lot nicer than I probably would have been. I would have been rolling laughing.
You guys, I walked straight into a window when I thought it was a door!
After a couple seconds to shake it off, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Who does that? Me!
Dan, being the oh-so-sweet husband, said to me shortly afterwards that he wished I would’ve shattered the window, because how hilarious of a story would that be?!
Thanks Dan. Thanks.
(Don’t tell Dan this, but secretly I agree with him, how amazing would that story be? Walking into a window and shattering it?! Well, besides the bill to pay for it….haha)
Have you ever walked into a window? Please tell me I am not the only one… Or am I?!
Help a sister out, share with me your stories below!
Xoxo, Jenilee Joy