An Embarrassing Story

Happy Tuesday Y'all!

Today I'm joining Andrea for a little Show and Tell Tuesday fun.

Today's prompt was to share an embarrassing story...

So, for years and years I was proud to say I didn't have any truly embarrassing stories. I loved that when other people shared theirs, I could honestly say I didn't have anything to share. 

Don't worry though. God apparently has a sense of humor and decided that He would give me an embarrassing story to top all embarrassing stories :)

Let me set up the scene.

There I was sitting in my seat on the plane. I'd just boarded my flight from Washington DC home to Birmingham. My stomach was queasy, but it wasn't anything major.

Ha!

Well, after sitting there about 30 minutes or so, the pilot comes over the intercom, saying that there was some sort of mechanical issues, so our departure would be delayed. 

No biggie. Right? 

Wrong.

It was hot. Seriously... The A/C was messed up too. The pilot had told us that if it would be much longer, they'd have us get off the plane and wait for another one. 

So there I was, pouring sweat, thanks to no A/C, and still with a queasy stomach.

Good combination, huh?

So after what felt like an eternity (but was probably only 45ish minutes), I start feeling that rumbling that can only mean one thing. 

And I'm thinking, Oh dear God, no...

I was sitting by the window, so I turn to the guy next to me and open my mouth to ask him to let me out so I can go to the restroom. But instead of speaking...

I threw up. 

It was horrible!

This poor man was in a nice dress suit. He jumps up. The guy in front of me (also in a suit) jumps up. They're freaking out (understandably so). So over comes the flight attendant to see what the commotion is and the look of horror on her face is one I'll never forget.

I'm sure at that moment she was rethinking her career choice.

Anywho - She brings me a towel. I start to clean up. 

Then the sweetest thing happened.

This lady who'd been sitting one row ahead, but on the other side (so, kind of diagonal from me) comes over and takes the towel from me and starts wiping off my pants leg and then the seat and the tray and all of that. Then she squeezes my shoulder and says, "Baby, don't you worry one bit. It's happened to all of us. You can't help getting sick."

I mean, seriously... How sweet is that?!

Anywho, by this point, everything has been cleaned and sanitized and all. And the guy with the suit comes back, sits down, and the flight attendant brings me a cup of ginger ale. And finally a few minutes later, the pilot announces that it's time to take off.

I bet the pilot heard what happened and magically fixed the problem before anyone else had to deal with my embarrassingly sick self... :)

And that is my most embarrassing story.