Monday, October 17, 2005
Embarrassed
When I was in elementary school, my Mom would drive Benjamin and I to the bus stop and we would wait in the car until we heard the bus coming. Benjamin and I liked listening to things like Billy Joel, The Mamas and Papas, Harry Belefonte, etc... One day we were sitting there listening to the Dirty Dancing tape. The song was "Do you Love Me?" I was in the back seat. Benjamin and my Mom were in the front. They were singing and doing a wild and crazy car dance, pretending to do the twist in their seats. When it was almost time for the bus to arrive I started to get nervous. What if they all saw Mom and Benjamin dancing around like fools in the car? How horrible would that be? I asked them to stop. They didn't. I told them to stop. They didn't. The situation became desperate. The bus was coming! I could hear it! I demanded that they stop. They danced harder and sang louder. I couldn't take it anymore. My Mom was SOOOOOO embarrassing! I started to cry. I was yelling at them and telling them to stop. They were laughing. Meanwhile, I was getting hysterical imagining the mortification my family was about to inflict on me. Why me? They both stopped dancing just as the bus appeared in sight. My mean mean Mom was still laughing as she waved goodbye. My mean mean brother was still laughing as we climbed the stairs and said hello to Pat, the bus driver. I had stopped crying, but was still red-faced and angry. It was a narrow escape.
Last weekend Kevin and I were leaving his parents' house and were stuck in traffic on Barry Road. It was a pretty day and we had the windows down. We had the iPod on shuffle when "Run Run Rudolph" started playing from our Rockin' Little Christmas album. Kevin said, "Yeah! I love this song!" and cranked up the volume.
"No!" I said. "Click it! We can't listen to this!"
"Why not? I like it."
"Because it's 'Run Run Rudolph' and this is October and we can't listen to it! We can't!" I'm looking around at the other cars. They're going to think we're crazy! I immediately thought of that traumatic day at the bus stop. "It's embarrassing!"
"That's stupid." And he turned it up even louder!!
I frowned and hunched down in my seat. "You're as bad as my Mom." I didn't cry, though!
When I was in elementary school, my Mom would drive Benjamin and I to the bus stop and we would wait in the car until we heard the bus coming. Benjamin and I liked listening to things like Billy Joel, The Mamas and Papas, Harry Belefonte, etc... One day we were sitting there listening to the Dirty Dancing tape. The song was "Do you Love Me?" I was in the back seat. Benjamin and my Mom were in the front. They were singing and doing a wild and crazy car dance, pretending to do the twist in their seats. When it was almost time for the bus to arrive I started to get nervous. What if they all saw Mom and Benjamin dancing around like fools in the car? How horrible would that be? I asked them to stop. They didn't. I told them to stop. They didn't. The situation became desperate. The bus was coming! I could hear it! I demanded that they stop. They danced harder and sang louder. I couldn't take it anymore. My Mom was SOOOOOO embarrassing! I started to cry. I was yelling at them and telling them to stop. They were laughing. Meanwhile, I was getting hysterical imagining the mortification my family was about to inflict on me. Why me? They both stopped dancing just as the bus appeared in sight. My mean mean Mom was still laughing as she waved goodbye. My mean mean brother was still laughing as we climbed the stairs and said hello to Pat, the bus driver. I had stopped crying, but was still red-faced and angry. It was a narrow escape.
Last weekend Kevin and I were leaving his parents' house and were stuck in traffic on Barry Road. It was a pretty day and we had the windows down. We had the iPod on shuffle when "Run Run Rudolph" started playing from our Rockin' Little Christmas album. Kevin said, "Yeah! I love this song!" and cranked up the volume.
"No!" I said. "Click it! We can't listen to this!"
"Why not? I like it."
"Because it's 'Run Run Rudolph' and this is October and we can't listen to it! We can't!" I'm looking around at the other cars. They're going to think we're crazy! I immediately thought of that traumatic day at the bus stop. "It's embarrassing!"
"That's stupid." And he turned it up even louder!!
I frowned and hunched down in my seat. "You're as bad as my Mom." I didn't cry, though!
