Don't you hate damn moments? I know I do. That moment where you're out there, deliberately or accidentally, and you get utterly no response.
Case in point - The Accidental Damn Moment.
I have been eating healthy over the past few months. And not doing too bad either. I've shed 5kg so far. But that's not the point. I had soup for lunch one fine day. Quite a large bowl of soup. And two slices of (wholemeal) bread. But I decided to head out to get a salad to accompany my soup, since it was mostly water and I'd be famished 2 hours after eating it. So I purchased quite a large salad, figuring I'd eat half and put half in the fridge for the next day.
So I'm sitting there with my sizable salad, my big bowl of soup, a cup of water, and two slices of bread. Ready to chow down. Spoon in hand, I spot someone walk into the tea room and recognise the hot guy. I steadfastly stare down at my food and my blood runs cold, and my stomach sinks to somewhere near my ankles.
I'm staring at the quantity of food in front of me. My sizable salad, my big bowl of soup, my drink AND bread as well.
Case in point - The Deliberate Damn Moment.
So we had some visitors to work today, about four in total. We were showing them around and my boss asked me to introduce a room to them. I felt all inspired to crack a fantastic joke. Now, the point here is that I thought (and still do think) that this joke was a brilliant off the cuff moment.
With a grand gesture towards the doors I proclaimed, 'Well, this is Room 138, and this is Room 139.'
*Insert cricket noise here*
'They're happy to meet you.'
*Quiet nervous giggle from one of them.*