Writing is so embarassing

So now you know you can find me lurking in coffee shops, I 'll let you know there is one coffee shop you wont find me in.Not because the coffee's not great, nor because the snacks aren't edible. As a matter of fact I adore their humus wrap.

See, this coffee shop now holds my most embarrassing moment...
After four hours and two cups of coffee, I finally gave up. I had this nice lady and her daughter sitting next to me, and I asked them to throw an eye on my laptop, while I went to the Ladies room. This is one of those coffee shops that gives you those luxuriously huge bathrooms....the kind where the toilet is seems to be 100 feet from the door, the kind that you always fear someone will burst in on you... the kind you can't do the emergency elbow block in.
Needless to say, all my fears were actualized that day....the lady who served me my humus bounced in on me ....

Now you would think my humiliation would end here. Ohhhh Noooo, I needed to let everyone know she walked in on me, so I advertised with one my infamous piercing screams. At that point, I pretty much wanted to remain in the bathroom for the rest of the afternoon, but worried that the nice lady and her daughter would run off with the laptop, I decided to be mature and return. Not only that I continued writing for twenty seven minutes. That was as much of the thirty minutes I thought I could survive.

Feeling quite confident again and proud of my resilience, I begin to exit the coffee shop when I received one last zing.To complete my humiliating visit, the lady who saw me, (who was obviously not as mature and refined as me)was doing the quiet whisper, head jerk and elbow poke to a couple of her friends as I left. I assume this was the pre-cursor to a good laugh.

I can safely say I would only return in disguise....but maybe I wont have anything to fear...it probably wouldn't be my face she would remember. Ewwwwwww!!

Submitted by Kathy Thomas