This morning, in my rush to get to class on time, my purse catches on a door handle. I fling back against the door like a dog who has reached the end of her leash.
In the commotion, I actually punch myself in the face with my flailing arms. Students look on with pity.
How profoundly embarrassing and highly unprofessional!
To make matters worse, a student orbiting nearby becomes sucked into my gravitational pull. She steadies herself against the door so I don't bring her down with me. She's young, cute, and very stylish. I'm worried she's broken a stiletto heel in an effort to avoid me.
"I'm so sorry! My purse caught on the handle!" I explain, fumbling with my books and trying to untangle the purse strap.
She turns to me and giggles. "I do that all the time! I really do! That happens with my purse so much." She helps me regain my balance and then moves forward into her bright future.
I watch her hurry away, and I'm so thankful for that sweet college girl. There's something about rushing to the aid of a person in an embarrassing situation and saying, "This happens to me all the time."
I felt better.
Journal: Have you ever helped to diffuse an embarrassing situation?