ownedgirlie
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Embarrassment, which I see differently than humiliation and degradation (which in my case, are very close relatives), is something I have a love/hate relationship with. He loves to embarrass me - it amuses him, so even though I'm embarrassed, I'm thrilled that he's happy. It takes less and less to embarrass me, though - The way I see it, why would anything I do as his requirement of me cause me embarrassment? However, yesterday as I was pulling into a toy store to get some things for our trip, he called and said some things to me that had me writhing in my chair. Sometimes I go into these modes where I become oblivious to the world. Let's just say that during this conversation, I didn't realize....um...what I was doing. When I went into the store and approached the register with my purchase, the girl there asked if I was OK. Sure, I said, why? She asked if that was me in the green car? Oh. Um. Yes. I was on the phone. She grinned and said Oh so you WERE OK!! And laughed. Uh huh. Yeah. Just fine. Heh. How many saw? Oh, just her and the entire corporate office next door - about 20ish or so. I put on a good show, they said. Come back any time, they said. Egads. After driving away, laughing my head off and calling Mr. Wonderful to amuse him with it, I realized I should've asked for a discount.
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