Life's embarrassing moments.

I was in Harris Teeter recently, I must have felt rich, anyway, I ended up with just a French baguette. I love walking around with a baguette poking out of my shopping bag, it makes me feel Parisian. It seemed a waste of time lining up behind people with carts, so I decided to go to the self check out. I scanned the bread and it rang up as 1.51, then it asked for me to present my Vic card. I tried scanning it and nothing happened, so as usual I had to ask for help. This sweet lady came over and I explained my predicament. She told me I was at a regular check out, she took care of it for me. Guess it’s a good thing the cash register didn’t open, I might have been arrested.

I used to write articles for our Church newsletter, mostly about the Lunch Bunch, a group that got together once a month. I miss those times, after our Sunday service some Friends and I go to lunch. Last Sunday we went to the J & S cafeteria. Usually we have little children with us, this time it was just grown ups. Maybe it’s because we didn’t have to set an example after we’d eaten, and were sitting chatting, it bordered on hysteria.

It started when I knocked an almost full glass of ice water into my lap. I must have been talking with my hands? Luckily my pants seemed to be water repellant so after mopping up it wasn’t too bad. Our nice waiter hurried over with extra napkins. My next move was to put my glasses on to see, considering I didn’t eat much, how my bill came to be so high? I couldn’t see even with my glasses on. When I went to clean them my fingers went through the hole where the lens used to be. More laughter, Bob fixed them for me. Sheesh!
For some reason the conversation came around to illegal immigrants. I recounted the story of yet another embarrassing moment. We entered the states in 1968 it took a mountain of paperwork to be accepted. Every year we had to register, and when children got to be 14 they were finger printed. We were living in Conover, NC when in 1970 when Cher my eldest daughter reached 14. I called the police station in Newton and told them we needed to have some finger prints taken. The policeman told us to come on over. So off we went, at the station we were told that no one was there to do it, and we would have to go to the Sheriff’s office. He then called the Sheriff’s office and said, “We got a bunch of aliens here need fingerprinting.” He took us in the cruiser just around the town square, in that short time so many people had gathered. I’m sure they were disappointed because we weren’t little green men. At least he didn’t say the Red Coats are coming.