I love words. I love learning new words. I love trying to determine the meaning of a new word based on the context in which I might hear or read it, after which I will open a dictionary (or ask Siri) for the definition. Please don’t hate me for it; it’s my job. I’m not shy about telling anyone who asks what I “do” that I’m an author, so my passion for words is entirely defensible. I initially wrote “excusable,” but found “defensible” more appropriate for expressing my proclivity to wax poetic when given the opportunity.
Just today I posted the following plea on Facebook:
Everyone please repeat after me: “I feel BAD about that.”
You don’t feel badly (unless you identify silk as barbed wire in a blind touch test). How many of you feel goodly about things? You don’t. Stop saying you feel badly.
So, you can only imagine the horror and embarrassment I felt when I committed a most heinous faux pas—on a couple of levels—at an RV Campground this past weekend. Here’s what happened:
In bold print along the mirrors in the bathroom are warning signs about what you “Absolutely” cannot do with your hair. I suppose the signs are necessary, what with potentially clogged sinks and power issues and such. So when I was in the stall and heard the sound of a hairdryer, I tried to think of a non-threatening way to bring my concern to the blatant rule-breaker.
At this point in my story, please remember my comment about reading words “in context.”
I went to the sink next to Ms. Rule-Breaker and smiled at her, then stared at the sign right in front of her, then looked back at her.
“I feel like I’m on Candid Camera right now,” I told her, giggling a non-threatening giggle, “like someone’s watching to see who’ll report the person, or tell them not to do what they’re doing.” I smiled again and nodded toward the signs.
Ms. Rule-Breaker looked confused and mumbled something like, “Yeah, okay,” and kept drying her hair. A woman of about 45, she looked like she could have been a school teacher or a librarian. I expected more from her, but I wasn’t about to make a bigger deal than I’d already made of the situation, so I left to help Mike prep the trailer for our departure.
“Emptying the shitter” is the last step before locking up (Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation fans will appreciate that visual), and I took the opportunity to grouse to Mike.
“They have the same signs in the men’s room too,” he told me, though he thought it was weird. “Maybe they have problems with circuit breakers.”
“Well, I guess the lady I just saw in the bathroom believes the rules don’t apply to her.”
No sooner had I uttered the words than the very same rule-breaker walked around our trailer, hairdryer in hand, and glared at me.
“And just so you know,” she said, “the signs say ‘No Hair DYING’.” She turned in a huff and walked away.
I wanted to run after her and say, “Oh! Really? I’m so sorry! I’m an author . . . I’ll write something funny about this . . .,” but Mike suggested that she might be an author too, and the words she’d use to describe me might not be so funny.
Yes, I was a sanctimonious ass, but come on! “ABSOLUTELY NO HAIR DYING” just doesn’t make sense in an RV Campground bathroom, does it? And in the men’s room too? Well at least now I know (should I ever decide I need to touch up my roots while camping), and I also know I need to read signs more closely . . . and speak more softly in public places!
4 replies on “Dying of Embarrassment!”
Or perhaps you can use the idea if one of your characters needs to change his/her appearance and is using a campground’s facilities instead of the gas station across the street.
Allynn, funny! I don’t think there’ll be any RV Campgrounds (or gas stations!) in my next Waterwight book, but perhaps in another series?!
Although I don’t believe in the supernatural, more than once I’ve been tempted to make an exception for the idea of karma, or specifically getting what I deserve. So many times I’ve criticized or complained about someone only to discover my complaint was wrong, I was mistaken, or—worst of all—that I end up doing the same thing myself. It’s happened so often that even when I feel I have no choice but to say something, I can’t help but wonder what karma spirit is eyeing me and thinking, “You’ll be sorry.”
Exactly! The karma angel got me good this time. Wish I’d had a bookmark at-the-ready to give her because I knew I’d have to write about the incident!