Contest for the most embarrassing moment…

A while ago, one of our local radio stations had a contest for which caller had the most embarrassing moment.  As soon as they announced it, I ran to the phone and called in.  No thought was necessary.  I knew in an instant that the moment that would be etched in my darkest memories forever, had a chance of winning this contest.

Setting:  Cocktail party before an Ohio Wesleyan University fraternity’s formal dinner dance.  On the veranda of a restaurant/catering place.  Live jazz music playing.

Characters:  My hope-he-becomes-my-boyfriend, lots of people I wanted to impress (I was young and insecure), and me.

Scene from Hell:  As I sipped my glass of wine, I felt that the night was enchanted.  I was with people with whom I wanted to be.   The music and wine made me heady.  My off the shoulder dress was stunning.

And then the Pterodactyl (okay, maybe it was just a regular large bird) flew overhead, and dropped a large amount of bird poop on my shoulder.  It slowly dripped down my shoulder towards my breast.

I won the call-in contest.  Dinner at a comedy club.  How fitting…

About Barb Knowles

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7 Responses to Contest for the most embarrassing moment…

  1. George says:

    The question is….did you impress your hope to be boyfriend enough?😊

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Joseph Nebus says:

    I recommend not eating in the outdoor seating area.

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  3. Glazed says:

    It’s certain you did not impress the bird.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. First year of menstrual period. Junior high lunchroom. White shorts. Boy I liked pointed it out to me.

    I win.

    Liked by 1 person

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