Luckily for me, I have [developed through necessity] the ability to laugh at myself.
Lets see how many of these I can think of…
Most recently, I was half dating this guy during the election. Our first date had been the night before, and we were working together on the campaign. He was essentially running a large part of it, and was organizing all the workers in the teamsters union building’s auditorium. He was sitting on the stage. I arranged to pick him up some lunch because he’s working all day. I go get him lunch. There are drinks involved.
I walk in to the full auditorium, am about three feet from the stage, and drop everything. Drinks explode everywhere, its a huge mess, and a huge inconvenience. I was flabbergasted, speechless, and mortified. The room was silent and staring at me.
And then I had to repeatedly come back in to the room to clean it up using toilet paper because we couldn’t find anything else.
(I’ll come back with more of these stories, probably.)