Everybody Makes Some Kind of Faux Pas (Mistake) from Time to Time

I have always been prissy. As a young girl, I would dab on a few drops of my mother’s toilet waters (which was actually a disgusting name for something that actually smelled pretty good). Likewise, I also secretly dabbed on a bit of her good perfume, before heading off to school.

When she wasn’t home, I would also step into her high heels, adorn myself with her pearl necklaces and preen in front of the mirror like some crazed peacock. So is it any wonder that my “prissiness” continued into adulthood?

For instance, my prissiness once morphed into a lunchtime outing the day my then co-worker suggested that we try a new health food store that had recently opened near work. Always eager to try new things, especially when it came to food, I agreed.

Entering the store, we noticed a small table near the door that displayed several containers of healthy snack foods like air-popped popcorn, sunflower seeds, freeze dried nuts and assorted dried fruits. Using one of the spoons on the table, my colleague spooned the assorted treats into her hand.

Eww, how uncouth! I thought, shuddering. Why would she eat out of her hand when there were small plates near the snacks? Grabbing one of the plates I spooned a little of each of the snacks onto it. Munching happily, I started to walk away.

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Noticing this, my colleague remarked, “You should leave your plate on the table, as the store probably wants to use it to cover the snacks back up.” Apparently, my so-called plate was actually one of the food container lids! Pouring my snacks into my hand, I hurried off toward the deli counter.

There was the day I wore a blouse that I thought looked really cute on me. “I like your blouse”, a co-worker remarked. With a smile on my face and starting to say thanks, she continued: “I have one that is similar only mine buttons in the back”. Hater!

It appeared that I was wearing mine backwards: okay, so that explained the darts for my breasts that, at the time, caressed my shoulder blades. That also explained the way it draped in the front, which I actually kind of liked.

Hater that she was, she probably thought she was doing me a favor by letting me know that I was wearing my garment backward! Feeling silly now that she had called attention to it, for spite, I started to leave it the way it was but decided to reverse it. Reversing it, I proudly walked away. I still looked cute, so there!

-Author Carol Gee
Retired military (AF) veteran, Author, Columnist and Motivational Speaker

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