That was awkward…

Dang those awkward moments! Do you have them? One of us is definitely more awkward than the
other. Here are a couple of examples:

…finding a mini-pack of ear buds, perfect for the pending overseas trip.  Exclaiming at the top of my voice, ‘Fantastic! That’s just what I need!’ Only to realise by the startled look on the face of the male bystander, that the perfect pack had been abandoned, with the laxatives…
…or, being asked to guess someone’s age and suggesting 40. The Two Girls About Town are either side of the great-40-divide, so on the surface this seemed fair. Except, that he was 36! The defence, ‘But you’ve got so much grey hair!’ Yeah, like it wasn’t bad enough…
…sitting down to a friend’s Jamaican fish and banana curry after a devastating tropical cyclone had caused exorbitant banana
prices.  And you absolutely hate bananas.  Gag producing-hate…
…on tour de Tasmania with the new Big Boss and accepting a text message invite to breakfast. No surname was used and the number was unknown. Arriving at the designated locale believing we knew who we were meeting and in sync exclaiming ‘oh what a surprise you’re here too!’ That one took a bit of effort to smooth that one over.
Tell us one of your awkward moments…..

4 thoughts on “That was awkward…

  1. Just arrived to start a new job in Fiji. Went out for drinks with my new team of locals. The custom was to buy a few stubbies and pour the beer into a single glass which was then passed around, with everyone taking a mouthful. Wasn't comfortable with such a communal practice with strangers but needed to try and build rapport at the same time. Participated in two rounds, then 'moved on to spirits'.

    1. The Two Girls can understand how awkward that experience might have been, but it sounds like you embraced the moment and found yourself a quick escape hatch! Well done. Thanks for posting.
      xxxxx

  2. I know I have had many, many, many cringe worthy moments, but all I can think of at the moment are tales of exposure, which I have already shared. Think, think, think…

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