Every few years, my company has an event called the Creative Circus. It's basically a big company-wide talent show with a beer truck pulled up next to it. It's lots of fun.
The last one we had was four or five years ago on a hot summer day. We had face-painters, barbecue, a talent show, and a generous supply of beer.
And I had fun.
At the end of the afternoon, on my way home, I realized I needed to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I looked down at myself. I was sweaty, had a big flower painted on my cheek, and I reeked of beer (which had been spilled on me all day long).
Ah, what the hell. I thought. It's the one by my house. I never know anybody in there anyway.
I walked to the back to pick up my prescription.
I looked up at the pharmacist...
And--I shit you not--he was a high school classmate [sidenote: I went to high school over 500 miles away from Denver].
I realized how awful I looked and smelled, but decided to make the best of it.
Hey, didn't you go to...
Yes, I did. Here's your prescription.
And that was the end of it. No niceties. Just embarassment.
So next time you look down at your holey sweatpants with bleach spots and think I'll just run in and out and never see anybody I know, remember this story. I went through it so you don't have to.
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