I got thinking, yesterday, about the more embarrassing moments in my life.
One of our work mates had a special birthday this week and to celebrate we are going out from work on Friday night for a few drinks and tapas.
One of our friends, who will attend this great occasion is only 19 and also plays rugby. As with rugby players, he is prone to taking his clothes off when he has had a few drinks. I have told him I do not want to witness this specticle whilst I am eating my garlic sausage, thank you very much. No matter how many glasses of wine I have I would never ever take my clothes of in public. Never, ever.
But it got me reminiscing about my time in Germany.
My husband was out of the country for a few months (Cyprus, Canada, Australia, NI? I can't remember) whilst I was stuck in Nord Rhine Westfallen. One night my friend and I decided to do something different and thought we would visit one of these superdooper swimming pools that they have in Germany. We arrived at the pool and paid our entrance fee which I thought was a bit steep and ventured to the changing rooms to put our swimming costumes on. A very kind German lady explained that it was Sunday night and no swimming costumes were allowed in the pool on a Sunday
My friend and I had to take stock of the situation. We were about 30 miles away from home on a Sunday night and what would be the chances of anyone (of the male variety) that we knew being in this pool tonight, especially as half the regiment were in far flung places? We decided to risk it and went for a naked swim. We even swam out into the open air and sat in the jacuzzi with the snow piled around us.
We got more confident and ventured upstairs (with towels) and decided to try the saunas and steam room. A nice German attendant told us we couldn't take our towels in to the steam room, it was VERBOTTEN he barked.
So we took our seats in the steam room, I couldn't see a thing, luckily enough, and neither could anyone else. As I got comfortable, the men sitting around us began to talk. No-one could mistake those accents. They obviously belonged to numerous members of our husbands regiment!
I couldn't get out of there quick enough and seek refuge in my big fluffy towel. I did not want to see nor be seen butt naked by some squaddies from our regiment.
It must be a British thing as I would have been soooo embarrassed!
Have you had a very embarrassing moment, or do you think about what could have been a very embarrassing moment?
Oops I think I posted this twice. Patience isn't a virtue of mine