Saturday, August 11, 2012

bikers and red faces

Please don't ask me how it happens, but inevitably it seems embarrassing moments follow me around like college students chasing after free food. I love my friends words  that have become my personal motto, "embarrassment is a choice". Some how though when your face is an unnatural color of red its hard to convince people your not embarrassed.

Really its just the sun and the fact that my skin is pale so sometimes it is just red. Arguing with someone that your not embarrassed can make the situation even more embarrassing, so sometimes its best to just laugh uproariously as if you meant to do that silly deed on purpose. Everyone always enjoys a clown. The downfall of that endeavor sometimes is that everyone becomes embarrassed for you when you should be embarrassed yourself, but I digress.

The other day I was babysitting two very adorable children. Their mother and I were in need of some coffee and nourishment because even the most adorable of children can cause enough action to put their care takers in need of a triple shot of espresso. I was doing my best at keeping the children controlled I mean happily entertained when the little girl decides to make friends with the leather clad biker.

Naturally the biker is quite taken by the attention of this delightful creature and makes several comments about this to me. Smiling I nod my head and I keep nodding my head as the biker tells me how cute she is just her mom. I'm still smiling and agreeing with him when suddenly I'm filled with horror as I realize the child's mother is across the room and the remark is directed to me. Sputtering I hastily point out that the child does not belong to me and gesture frantically told her mother. The biker just smiles and insists that he was talking to me. Air conditioning has probably made the room cold enough to be a walk in refrigerate, but I'm feeling quite warm and feel relieved when the said man heads off on his bike.

How is it one day people ask me when I'm going to graduate from high school and the next day they ask me about my children? Such a silly unsure world we live in. Sometimes I'm not sure if I produce embarrassing moments or the people around me do.

Me blame shift? Never!

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