Do you ever get in the thick of an embarrassing situation and play it off like you intended it to go down that way?
Last week, my mom ride was in the shop, so I drove my husband’s car.
My hubby’s car is sportier than my kid wagon, so I was feeling kinda cocky.
The boys and I were beebopping around, jamming out to the radio, when I pulled up to the bank.
I’m in the commercial lane, close enough to lean out and touch the glass with my forehead.
And I can’t get the radio to turn down.
The teller is staring at me.
So I maintain my resolve, thinking I’ll play it off and maybe look as cool as I thought I was minutes prior.
Except the teller and I are having to yell over the blaring music.
I NEED TO MAKE A DEPOSIT.
A second teller comes to the glass.
I’m fiddling with the radio, still trying to act like I’m cool and jamming out.
Except the song that’s blaring is worship music.
Both tellers are at the glass.
I’m hanging out the window, mouthing to them what I need.
Bank transaction completed.
I yell, THIS IS MY HUSBAND’S CAR. I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO TURN DOWN THE RADIO.
Resolute, I decide to finish strong and raised the roof (my favorite dance move) as I speed away from the bank.
Worship music still blaring.
You be you.
Even if that you is an utter dork.