Anyone who knows me well knows that nearly every day, I have what I call an “awkward moment.” Some are minor and barely noticeable to anyone but me. A few are moderate and cause several minutes of embarrassment. Others are large and may require therapy down the road.
I used to share these regularly with my colleagues at the Capitol over lunch. Now, I’ll share them occasionally with you, the 13 or 14 very special readers of this blog. Here’s No. 1.
April 23, 2008
Level – Minor
Awkward Moment – I got to the barbershop and was about to sit down and ogle the latest issue of Playboy. Then my cell phone rang. It was my mother.
On the plus side, I felt like a teenager again, only fatter and with less energy and more facial hair and two mortgages.