Two events of unbelievable embarrassment happened to me yesterday. They deserve to be preserved for posterity. Here is the first part.
Yesterday I fetched Emily from her meeting at Victoria Plaza. On the way out, Emily asked if we could drop by the third floor as she needed to buy some Styrofoam balls.
"You can wait in the toy section," she said.
"Sure thing!" I said. One thing my fiancée and I have in common is our fascination with toys. We somehow always manage to wander into the toy department of whichever store we're in.
While Emily shopped for her supplies, I scouted the aisles for the usual bargains. Some of the clerks smiled at me, and I thought: "Wow, these guys sure are friendly." To be polite, I smiled back.
A little while later, Emily half-walked half-ran to me. She was giggling. She grabbed my arm. "Let's get out of here."
"Okay. What's the hurry?"
She explained: "I couldn't find the supplies. I came looking for you, but I couldn't find you. And then...."
"One of the clerks saw me. He approached me and said: 'Ma'am, he's over there.' And you know what's so embarrassing about that? I DIDN'T EVEN ASK HIM WHERE YOU WERE!"
Apparently we had become such regulars at the department the store clerks already knew us by sight.
"You're right. Let's get out of here."
"Let's not come back here for a month, okay?"
On the way out, I thought I saw a clerk wave goodbye to us. I waved back.
To be continued.