Awkward moments

Okay, these aren’t really awkward (at least not in the explosion-of-red-in-the-cheeks sense), but it seemed like a good title.

When you’re going through a door and you catch sight of someone coming up from behind, but you’re not sure a) how far behind they are and b) how quickly they’re walking, so you don’t know if you ought to hold the door open or not. After all, you don’t want to be stuck holding the door open forever (and what if they end up changing their mind and go in a different direction?). It’s an art, I tell you. Or a mathematical equation. Someone more current on their calculus can work it out. :)

To pass or not to pass? I’m a fast walker (though last night delicious raindrops were pelting the ground and I slowed myself down to a stroll, thoroughly enjoying every moment of it under my flimsy umbrella), and that’s fine, but the logistics get more involved when there’s someone in front of me. I don’t want to walk too close, since that feels stalkerish, especially if it’s a girl. But if I do decide to pass, then I have to walk as fast as I can so I’m not tailing them for more than a few seconds. This is where the cell phone comes in handy, I’ll say. :) Someone who’s chattering away on a cell phone obviously isn’t stalking anyone.

Does anyone else’s smile muscles get sore on occasion? Some days are like that, and it’s dreadfully hard to keep it up — like Moses’s arms. I almost feel like I have a duty to smile whenever I’m around other people, though. It’s not a bad duty, since I like being cheerful and lifting others up, but sometimes my mouth wants to sag. And it does. So if I look like I’m frowning, just hit the reverse-gravity switch and all will be well.

Time for reader involvement, and this’ll be more in line with the subject. Tell us about your most embarrassing/awkward moment. (Feel free to change names to protect the innocent. Heck, you can even exaggerate the details. Let’s get some good stories.)

That’s it for now, because there’s some kind of spiderbug crawling around on the bookcase above my roommate’s laptop and it’s unnerving me. ~sigh~

I once went over to visit some guy friends of mine in my apartment complex. The lights were off and there were obviously people in their apartment watching a movie. I don’t ordinarily just walk into people’s apartments, but I knew these guys really well, and I didn’t want to make them pause the movie, so I walked in and said “Hi, fellahs!” At that moment I realized that it wasn’t my two friends Mike and Chris watching a movie with other ward members (as they were apt to do)—it was my friend Chris watching a movie with a girl! He was on a date! When comprehension came to me, I began to apologize and was preparing to dash out the door, but rather than let me escape, Chris greeted me warmly, stopped the movie, turned on the light, and introduced me to his date. Awkward! I didn’t know what to do. I looked frantically around the room, trying to find something to deflect attention away from the awkwardness of the moment. Then, spotting an instrument case on the floor, I said to the girl, “Oh, has Chris been playing his saxophone for you?” The girl glared at me through narrowed eyes and said, “No—but I’ve heard him play it *lots* of times.” She was obviously extremely annoyed. Fortunately Chris didn’t prolong my stay after that, and I was able to leave shortly thereafter.

One time on my mission my trainer was sick in bed with stomach problems. So in an attempt to find something to help I just asked her if she would like a mint, because sometimes that is soothing to the stomach. So after thinking about it for a while she said “yeh, that actually sounds good.” Then I realized that I didn’t have any mints. ooops!

LOL :)