Thought about posting this on the 'joke / day' thread but as I'm about to out myself as a total dumbnut, I decided to start a new thread.
Ever had an experience that was totally and utterly embarrassing? The kind of 'open earth and swallow me' moment? Well I have.
Before I tell this, I apologise to any religous, cultural or other group that might be offended by this. No offence is meant as this is a personal story that happened to me. Well, not to me but by me.
If you take easy offence, stop reading now
Ok, I am German born and raised although I have now moved to Australia.
Once upon a time (yep, it's that long ago) my sister was as au-pair in the USA for a year. She had a great time. And the family was so kind as to allow me to come and visit & stay with them. It was my very first Overseas trip. By myself. On a plane. To NY. (The European trips didn't count at the time). Wow, was NY big. And I had to find my way through the airport. Make my way through customs (who so wanted to know why I had a 3 months supply of the pill with me - I thought it was smart, they were worried I'm gonna make little Americans
).
After all that , flight from Hamburg to Amsterdam to New York, through customs I had to take the bus up to Conneticut where my sister was waiting for me at a busstop somewhere. Well, I managed to find a bus. And the trip started. I was waiting to get out of NY to have a look around the countryside. There didn't seem to be one. It was getting dark and I was somewhat nervous and tired. I nearly missed the busstop because I didn't recognise the young woman waiting for me. My sister had grown up in the time (nearly 1 year) I hadn't seen her. Hugs, Kisses & tears. The usual.
When we got to the house, the mother of the family was out, the kids in bed. The dad was home, having cancelled his squash or tennis in honor of my arrival. I was sooo tired at that stage, I could hardly speak, let alone in english. Thinking was a problem too. But over a cold drink (non alcoholic) we made slow and somewhat painful conversation. I thought it all went, not great but ok. Until,... he asked the questions that is now forever burnt in my brain.
He asked : "Do you know many Jews." Obviously being interested in the subject as the family was jewish.
My answer?
"No, we don't have many left"
The moment the words where out of my mouth i just wanted to die. The utterly horrorfied look on my sisters face I will never forget. I went bright red, not only in the face but I could feel my whole body turning a bright red while I was waiting for the earth to open up and looking for a mouse hole I could crawl into.
And the Dad? His reaction? He looked at me and then started laughing so hard and loud, he actually fell off the chair. Didn't help my embarrassment. Neither the fact, that the family had a gathering a couple of weeks later to which my sister and I where invited. I only got introduced as the 'girl that doesn't know any jews because they haven't got many left over there'.
Today, more than 20 years later I can at least smile about the story.
Anyone can beat that? Dare to share?