Lately, the state of the world has left me feeling quite down. Just yesterday, I spent a good portion of my drive crying for no apparent reason. Well, except one. It seems as if people everywhere are in a state of unrest for one reason or another. And no one can agree as to what the “right” answer is.
Some people are pissed because the government is telling us to wear masks as they attempt to curve the coronavirus downward. Others are upset because mask-wearing isn’t mandatory and this places both them and their family members’ health at risk.
Then there’s the people who are protesting racial inequalities under the law. One side believes that police should be defunded entirely because of systemic discrimination. The other side feels that the offending officers should be dealt with on a case-by-case basis, letting the “good ones” continue to protect the public.
I have my own views on topics like these, but that isn’t the purpose of this post. Instead, I want to reach out to you if you’re feeling like I have been. I want to give you a reason to smile today because that seems to be a lost notion in the world right now.
I’ve come to learn that if happiness doesn’t come to you, you must go to it. You must create it on your own. And it is better yet if you can also create it for others. Here is my attempt to do that for you by providing you a few funny stories about me.
Looking My Wedding Best
When I was about 4 years old, an older cousin wanted me to be a flower girl in her wedding. While I’m sure her greatest concerns involved me keeping my white lace dress clean and being willing to walk down the aisle with all eyes on me, I quickly gave her another reason to be worried.
For some reason, I chose that moment in time to cut my own hair. More specifically, I trimmed my bangs (also known as “fringe” for my U.K. friends) so high that, from the front, it looked like I had no hair at all!
To add insult to injury, I then decided that the best place to store my scissors was in the electrical outlet. I’m not quite sure why I didn’t die that day, but I did eventually walk down the aisle…with no bangs to hide the bashful smile on my chubby little face.
An Error Spellcheck Couldn’t Correct
In my freelance writing business, I have a few clients who run marketing firms. So, it’s not uncommon for them to want content in a variety of areas.
In this case, the client wanted an article that explained the difference between a home theater and a media room. It was for a high-end client of theirs who had created a business that tailored to people living in one of the richest areas in the nation – Orange County, California.
Since I didn’t know the differences off the top of my head, I had to do a bit of research. I quickly learned that, while a home theater was mainly for watching TV and movies, a media room provided even more entertainment, such as via gaming.
After crafting the piece, I ran spellcheck like I always do. I made any necessary changes and then sent the draft to my client. Within hours, I got a response humorously suggesting that I consult an urban dictionary.
Apparently, in the article I suggested that the media room allowed you to do much more than “Netflix and chill.” As you can imagine, this wasn’t exactly the image this company wanted to portray.
In my mind, I was thinking about “binge-watching Netflix.” However, that wasn’t what I wrote. Ugh. I don’t know if I’ll ever live that one down.
“We Don’t Sell Tacos Ma’am”
About 2 months ago, I decided that I was sick of cooking and wanted some Mexican takeout. My husband had gotten tacos from a local fast food joint before and they were pretty good so I figured I would go there.
While in line in my car, I finally made it far enough forward to get a preview of their menu. However, the only food listed were smoothies. I was extremely confused.
We had moved to this area less than a year ago, so I concluded that I was simply thrown off by my surroundings and was somehow “missing” their taco menu. Upon reaching the speaker, I learned that I should have used more common sense.
I mentioned that I didn’t see tacos on their menu, to which the man on the other end dryly responded, “We don’t sell tacos, ma’am. You are at Smoothie King.” Apparently, both businesses share the same building but only the smoothie place has drive thru. I was slightly embarrassed, to say the least. So, I left the line like a school being sent to detention, trying to hide my face so the smoothie guy couldn’t identify me if he saw me again.
Any funny stories you’d like to share about yourself! I promise to laugh with you and not at you!
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