An embarrassing moment
T.G.I.F Yep…was a wonderful day, indeed. Fridays are always so wonderful as it holds much hope on what awaits you over de w’kend. It’s the beginning of a period of time devoted to you and your family (for those with 5-day workin’ hours, that is). Robz and I made a spur-of-de-moment decision to go watch a movie after church and hence, we were off to Megamall. We were fortunate enough to have decent seats for ‘Failure To Launch’ (Sarah J. Parker & Matthew McCon). Romantic comedy. De movie was entertaining. Movie ended. Time to head back home. There we were, on the 3rd floor, all worn out and exhausted after a long day. We decided to take the elevator instead of doin’ the escalator (which is non-functional after 10-ish pm). After waitin’ for what seemed like 20mins (in reality, it must’ve been ’bout 5mins,though!) , the elevator finally arrived at our floor. Amongst at least 17 other people, we rushed into the elevator not wanting to be left behind. It was packed. A sardine can of people in it.
Then, somethin’ I least expected happened.
In that sardine can, I recognized a face and ‘the face’ recognized me,too. It was my ex-schoolmate whom I occasionally meet at friends’ weddings. If there’s one thing I DREAD (apart from cats, that is), it’s having to have a conversation in a sardine-packed lift whilst there’s pin-drop silence in the background. My wonderful long-lost friend was very curious as to where we were off to, what movie we had watched, blah blah blah. Robz had a smirk on his face ‘coz I had to do all the talking whilst he very conveniently blended into the background of sardine-can-people. *sigh.
I tried to whisper out my answers, but nope…she still went on with the conversation.Gosh…it was just 3 horrid floors, but it seemed like the elevator took forever to reach our much-awaited-destination.
Finally.
We arrived at the Lower-Ground floor. Being stuck right behind in the elevator we were struggling to get out of the darn lift. At one point the lift’s doors were almost closing and the sardine-can-crowd made a ’sigh’ knowing that poor Robz and I were just waitin’ to get out of there.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Just as we gracefully stepped out of the darn lift, my green-strappy sandals betrayed me.
Those memories are so vivid in my mind. (the fact that it happened barely an hour ago plays a role,too!) There I was, happily waving to my long-lost friend who was still stuck in sardine-can-lift, I was utterly totally absolutely shocked when……………………… the heel of my right sandal got stuck at the lift’s door.
Argggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……..
It HAD to happen at that point. Destiny and the horrid terrifying tormenting games that it plays on us. The entire lift (which had ’bout 15 people in it, now that Robz and I were a-a-a-almost out) were staring at me, whilst I was helplessly tryin’ to get that heel of the sandal OUT of the crevice at the entrance of the list. Robz finally literally lifted my right foot out of the crevice and the sandal, thankfully, was still in ONE complete piece.
Oh gosh…..that was definitely embarrassing.
After all that chaos, whilst the lift finally closed doors, I gathered all the courage in my gut and boldly looked back (hoping to find my long-lost friend to wave to her, again!) . Alas, she had blended into the crowd and I could hardly see her. Of course, the ’sardine-can-crowd’ had a good look at me again, perhaps thinking to themselves " ah…there goes the unlucky idiot who got her heel stuck in a lift filled with people"
*sigh
Whatz even more pathetic is the fact that barely 10seconds after that ‘very embarrassing moment ‘ took place, the FIRST thing I thought of was to immediately sit at my computer and quickly recollect every li’l detail of that horror and put it into this blog once I get back home !!
