Last year, I was getting ready to go on a trip to Florida for Christmas, then we would swing over to Maryland to visit my daughter and toddler grandson. I had lots to do, so I embarked on one of those fit-everything-into-one-productive-day events.
First things first, I stopped at my chiropractor’s office for an appointment and got my neck and back adjusted. I shopped at several places and visited several banks, which meant standing at way too many check stand lines.
My very last chore for the day was Walgreens. As I stood in line to pay for my items, the lady behind me tapped me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me? Your sweater is on inside out?”
“What?” I turned around and faced her.
“Your sweater, it’s inside out.” She reached over and tugged on the white, two inch long, manufacturer’s information tag sewn into the neckline of my black sweater and smiled.
“Oh!” A burst of nervous laughter escaped. I looked at the seams on my shoulders and sleeves, and sure enough. My sweater was inside out! I quickly fixed that, as she graciously held the items I was buying, while I took the sweater off and put it back on correctly.
“Thank You!” I giggled. ” You know, I have gone to many places today, and you’re the first person to say anything.” Then I remembered my chiropractor appointment. I wore my hair short, the white tag on the black sweater was extremely obvious. He worked on my neck as I lay on my stomach on the chiropractor’s table. How is it he didn’t say anything?
This reminded me of when my kids were small, back in the 1980s. I was pretty meticulous about how I dressed when I went out in public back then. Not that I am shoddy now, but you know–youth. One day, I pinned my hair back with barrettes and wore large checkered black and white earrings, that I have long since discarded. They were a one-and-a-half inch square, with a checkerboard design that certainly stood out.
I cradled the phone in my neck as I tried to multitask, while on a last minute phone call before we headed out. The earring post dug into the area behind my ear, so I took the earring off and forgot to put it back on. The kids and I went to several places that day. We even stopped at Burger King for lunch.
We made several trips to the bathroom, but as anyone with multiple kids in tow knows, when Mommy goes to a public bathroom with kids, she seldom gets to look in the mirror. When I got home, I saw the earring I had taken off earlier and realized I went all day wearing only one huge, extremely prominent, black and white earring. This was before wearing only one earring was fashionable.
“Hey guys,” I addressed my elementary school aged kids, “didn’t you notice Mommy was only wearing this one huge earring today?” They all nodded. “Well, why didn’t you tell me I only had one earring on?”
“We thought you liked it that way.” My oldest child chimed in, while the other kids just shrugged their shoulders. Suddenly, all those odd looks I had gotten all day made sense.
I somewhat understand kid thinking, but really don’t understand why grownups don’t say anything in these awkward situations. Possibly because they themselves feel awkward pointing out these things. Fashion nowadays is pretty unique. Sometimes, it is hard to tell if someone intentionally meant to look awkward or not.
For the record, I am one of those people who want to be told, so I am also one of those people who does say something. I say it politely, but if I see a person with a huge white tag sticking out of a black sweater, I would be sure to mention it like the lady at Walgreens.
If you see me wearing my sweater inside out again, please let me know, and I will do the same for you!
Care to share your awkwardly, embarrassing stories similar to this one?
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian ©2013