I’m sure everyone was very concerned when the wake up call did not post yesterday, but I figured with it being labor day, and most people being off of work, I would delay the wake up call and post it on Tuesday.
At least, that’s the story I’m sticking with. 😉
(Yes, yes, I forgot.)
I hope everyone enjoyed their long weekend, soaking in the last moments of summer! We went to Notre Dame’s opening game and celebrated my grandma’s 93rd birthday!
Prior to these two exciting events, I had a little happy hour with my husband and my friend Katie. Something embarrassing happened there, so of course, that is your wake up call this week.
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Katie and I had planned earlier in the week to have a drink or two on Friday afternoon. I ended up getting out of work a little earlier than I anticipated, so I met the hubs for a drink in the mean time. I grabbed a table while he grabbed us each a bev.
As I was sitting down, I noticed a man at the table across from me looked very familiar. I did a double take, and realized it was my friend Briana’s dad.
Of course, I immediately texted her.
Here’s how that “Hello” went:
*We make eye contact, and he realizes he knows me, too.*
Dad: *small wave* Hi.
Me: Hi, how are you?!
Dad: Good. I’m sorry I don’t remember your name…
Dad: Becca…? Fletcher? Garner?
Me: Haha, yes, Garner! (Formerly, but whatever, not important.) I knew it was something -er.
Me: What are you doing down here? (They live up north.)
Dad: Celebrating *something I can’t hear*
Me: *pretending to know what he said* Nice! Cheers!
And I turned back to my husband, who had arrived with our beverages. I told him the man I was speaking to was Briana’s dad and isn’t that funny, and then I went to get a snack. (This bar has free happy hour snacks on Fridays. It’s awesome.)
As I was meandering back to my table, I realized that one of the men Briana’s dad was sitting with was wearing a windbreaker that had the name of my high school on it.
And then I realized…
Definitely not Briana’s dad.
I was mortified. Briana’s “dad”/ my teacher was probably like, “What does she mean what am I doing over here? I teach in this town…”
I had almost asked about Briana, too. Now that would have been embarrassing.
Now, it should be noted that at this point my husband had left, and I was waiting for Katie to arrive. I was alone.
Naturally, I pretended to play with the filters on Snapchat and did my best to get a picture of Briana’s “dad”/ my teacher.
But seriously, come on!
Katie eventually arrived, and I did not speak to Briana’s “dad”/ my teacher again. Thank God.
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Has something similar ever happened to you? Let me know in the comments (and make me feel less alone/ embarrassed)!
I hope everyone has a wonderful, quick week, where you do not mistake a former teacher for a friend’s dad, or embarrass yourself in anyway.