I keep remembering embarrassing things. None of these happened in public though.
First one, a bunch of us from high school went to a pal's house to watch a move. My husband (he was just my crush back then) was there too. We ended up watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and it was the first horror movie I'd ever seen. So I about wet myself anyways, but then on the way out to go home, I was terrified of the dark and everything so I was just hauling butt to my truck. My crush came outside behind me and tried to say something, but I was so nervous and scared I just yelled "Yup! Bye! See you tomorrow!" And jumped in my truck and locked the doors. (Took me about 15 minutes to muster up the courage to get out of my car and into the house when I got home that night, too, lol.)
So the next morning I got an email from my crush and it said something along the lines of "Well... I wanted to ask you something last night but you sort of ran away from me... so I don't know if I should, but maybe wanna go to prom?" Poor guy! I said yes and we went to prom. Yay, happy endings. But from how fast I ran away, they all knew that the movie had scared the tar out of me. One of the other guys kept making chain-saw noises for the next week or so whenever he saw me. >.>
Then this past December, I'm sitting at home doing nothing, was probably on here lurking actually. And my dogs start getting upset that there's someone outside, and I hear a knock at the door. My husband was in the bathroom at the time, so I was on my own. I went to the peephole and looked out, and the person on the other side had covered the peephole up so I couldn't see who it was. So I was all 'lolnope' and slapped on the deadbolt. There was this sort of pause from the other side, then they knocked again. So I checked the peephole again and it was my brother-in-law, and he was trying to bring us Christmas presents!
So that was embarrassing enough, but then when I let him in and my husband came out, my brother asked me what had happened because all he heard was a click when I put on the deadbolt. And my husband starts scolding him about if he knocks and hears a click on the other side he shouldn't just stand there, because things other than deadbolts sound like clicks. Like hunting guns being cocked. And my brother was all "But she wouldn't shoot me!" and my husband was all "What if it had been me instead of her?" and my brother was all "I would have known because she walks lighter than you, can't hear her coming to the door!" And the whole stupid thing devolved into them arguing about whether or not I was pansy enough to shoot if someone was breaking in and underweight enough that they wouldn't hear it coming. SHUT UP GUYS I'M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW.
