I've recounted a few embarrassing moments on this blog so it may come as no surprise to hear that I've had yet another...
So the other day Mr T dropped me into our local town and arranged to pick me up a short while later outside the library after he had picked up Master Jacob from school. I duly did my shopping and rushed back to the library to see Mr T and Master Jacob parked in our silver-coloured car outside the library as agreed.
I waved at them and rushed into the library to drop off a book and dashed back so not to keep them waiting any longer. However, when I came out, to my annoyance, Mr T was already reversing out of the space. (A few choice words about impatient husbands may have crossed my mind.)
I duly ran over to our car, opened the door and was in the process of hauling my arse into the back seat when a voice piped up;
"Not this car, love."
Yes. That's right. I got into the wrong car. Fortunately, the two blokes in it thought it was very funny and had a good laugh at my expense.
I felt a bit of an arse though. And I had to take back all those naughty thoughts I'd had about Mr T.