Yesterday morning on the radio the DJ’s were looking for stories from listeners where they had totally embarassed themselves by saying something really stupid. The person with the best story would then be given a chance to win Sesame Street Live tickets. To be honest, I didn’t really want the Sesame Street tickets, though Savannah would have been thrilled, I just knew that my story had a pretty good chance of winning.
It is my most embarassing moment. And here is what happened:
In my early 20’s I had a saying that I used whenever anyone was freaking out about something. I’d say something like, “well, you don’t have to have a heart attack about it”! And I had this friend, whose dad was a real stickler about calling to let him know where we were at all times. We had to call before we left, call when we got there, call as we were leaving, etc. And this was at a time when few people had cell phones. It drove me crazy.
Well, when she was in college, she had a boyfried whose dad died suddenly of a heart attack. Naturally the family was devasted and he wanted her to come to the funeral, but it was in a part of town that she was unfamiliar with, so I offered to go with her. After we found the funeral home and she introduced me to her boyfriend, we met his friends and then there was a group of us just milling around.
All of sudden my friend realizes, “I forgot to call my dad!”, and off she goes to find a phone. I look around to this group of people, roll my eyes and say, “Yeah, cuz if she doesn’t, he’ll have a heart attack“.
I felt like such a jerk. I don’t think I’ve used that saying since that day and I’ll never forget it. Whether or not I would have won a chance at those tickets was not determined because I couldn’t figure out the phone number to the radio station. But it would have been fun to try.
