Thank Goodness for Embarrassing Moments

On my way to Columbia Friday I stopped by a friend's house to drop off some food. They'd just had a baby last Sunday and I wanted to be sure they didn't have to cook over the weekend. I got to their condos but couldn't remember which one they were in so I looked them up in the contact list on my cell phone and pressed 'Send.'

"Hello?" said the voice that picked up.

"Lauren?" I asked.

"Hi Becca!"

Holy crap! I'd accidentally hit my mother-in-law's programmed-in number. The only person I want to talk to less is my cheating husband.

I was so caught off guard I just spit out the first thing that came to mind:

"Oh. Sorry! I dialed the wrong number." Click.

That click? Yeah, that was me hanging up on her. Smooth huh? Definitely subtle.

To drive home just how ridiculous that whole scenario must have seemed from her side, my smart-aleck brother, who I had told of my faux pas, called me about 30 minutes after I related my story.

"Hey!" I said as I saw his name pop up on my cell.

"Oops. Wrong number," he said, and hung up.

I sat there stunned for a moment and then doubled over laughing. I knew it must have sounded odd from my mother-in-law's side of things but I had no idea how wholly absurd it really was until he did it back to me.

Ah well. It gave me a good laugh and helped me to remember not to take myself and life so seriously.

Until next week!
RJ