I’m talking in particular about that special event that
occurs when you’re on your own, no witnesses, but still feel embarrassed. I’m sure there’s a word for it, but it’s
slipped away, like so many words do.
Anyway, I’d bought some nice new wine glasses from J Lewis
and parked the unopened box in the kitchen.
Much later that day, I put my half full glass down somewhere to answer
the phone, and after the call was over I went to look for the glass, eventually
wandering into the dark kitchen.
You can guess the rest.
And, having done it and been embarrassed but, as there were no witnesses, there's no need for anyone else to know, there is still a compulsion to tell the story, because it was funny in retrospect. I'm sure there's a word for it.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me happy to learn that I'm not alone in having done such things.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I hope you found the real glass fairly soon.