On Easter this year I stayed at my mom's house. The end of her block has churches on either side of the street, so there are always cars lined in front of the house on Sunday mornings- Easter was no exception. My mom wanted me to go outside and look at her flower garden with her, so I came into the front yard of our very suburban house dressed in my pajamas with unbrushed hair- like I said, I'm embarrassing. I immediately noticed a sweet little cat peering out of a car window directly in front of the house.
Doing what any
He started stammering "I'm sorry! That's my cat! His name is Walter, I really love him! I promise I've been checking on him a lot! He has water in there! I promise I'm not a bad pet owner! He's my first cat and I really love him! I'm sorry!" Cue mortification.
So the cat's owner wasn't in church after all. Nope, he was thirty feet away and he had heard me threaten to call animal control on him, then came outside to find me meowing at his cat in all of my pajama-cladden, bed-headed glory. I ran into the house ashamed and left my mom to talk to this guy about how much he loved his cat, Walter. When he was finally confident that we weren't really going to call the authorities my mom came in and just started laughing. I don't think she stopped for ten straight minutes. That was a moment I'm sure I will never live down.
Now that you know my most embarrassing moment, tell me yours! I need a good laugh at your expense ;)