This past weekend I found myself reunited with several old friends from college. My time was filled with darts, attending a few baseball games, and reminiscing on back porches.
It was also a weekend of me realizing that I am old and 11pm is my limit. However, at one point in the evening, I remember taking a deep breath, looking around at my friends, and thinking to myself, “Wow. I’m an adult. In college we all had our embarrassing moments and crazy stories but, wow. Everything turns out really well. Look at us and how adult we are. I’m so impressed with myself.”
Well, with great over-confidence comes a great fall. And ladies and gentlemen, within 12 hours of me being so proud of how far I had come, I had one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Ok, that might be an overstatement, but I’ll share the story regardless.
The next morning, I headed for Sunday School. Unfortunately, I was running a little late so I slid into the small class of about 12 people and took my seat next to the teacher. The group had already begun discussing our topic for the day. Before I could get settled, I realized I left my phone in my purse. I NEVER bring my phone to church so I was mad at myself, but quickly leaned over to ensure that it was on silent.
Raise your hand if you own an iPhone? If not, let me give you a quick run down. It’s a fabulous machine. They have this really cool feature that locks the screen and you can open it with your thumbprint or by putting in your 4-digit code. You can also access functions of the phone without unlocking the screen. Functions like music–Like a completely random shuffle of your music.
Let’s go back to the Sunday School classroom: I lean over to touch my phone so that it is on silent. In doing so, I happen to graze my fingers across this brilliant screen. Yes, my fingers grazed the screen and started a random shuffle of music. A random shuffle of music that began playing, “Crazy B*tch,” by Buckcherry. My phone was on the very loudest volume.
In a panic, I began trying to unlock the screen with my thumbprint (which did not work) so I began typing in the incorrect 4-digit pass code several times. About ten seconds in (which felt like an eternity), I finally shut off the music and put the phone in my purse.
In a panic, I said, “Oh my goodness y’all, I have no idea what that was.”
At the same time, my inner-dialogue is on full blast:
“WHY IS THIS SONG ON MY IPHONE? WHEN DID I PURCHASE THIS SONG? WHAT SORT OF PHASE WAS I GOING THROUGH? IS THIS A JOKE? IS SOMEONE PLAYING A SICK JOKE ON ME?!?”
The entire room completely ignored my phone malfunction. Now, you may think, “That’s awesome! They’re ignoring it!” But no. I NEEDED them to acknowledge it. Please, someone make a joke. Say something. Don’t just sit there. I was mortified. Mortified.
Needless to say, I wanted to melt into the carpet. The wall. I wanted anything but to be sitting there.
So I tell you this story to explain further, even when you’re on top of the world one night, enjoying adulthood, and the lack of embarrassing moments, you’re still you. And you still make mistakes. But that’s OK. You just gotta shake it off, sit tall, and move on through the bible study. Or switch churches.