A most embarrassing Halloween ...

My mom was never impressed by this story I’m about to share. It actually happened, and for whatever reason, I get a kick out of sharing one of the many embarrassing moments in my life.

It happened on a cool and dark Halloween night. I was surely old enough to know better, but young enough to still get away with the “trick” I literally “performed” on the doorstep of the final home of the evening that Trish and I went knocking on and repeated the familiar phrase, “Trick-or-Treat!”

I begged Trish to call it quits for the night. My young bladder was beckoning, and with a block between our location and the Meier home, I needed to go.

Trish, however, wasn’t buying what I was trying my best to sell.

As it so happened, Trish knew these people, and they were happy to fill our plastic pumpkins with a handful of treats.

And then she got to talking.

I, on the other hand, was more than eager to get home as soon as possible, and I became a bit restless. I did my best to put my calling bladder in the back of my mind. My bladder, however, seemed to have a mind of its own that night.

And Trish, she took no notice of the “I’ve-got-to-go-potty-dance” I was performing, and she simply continued to chat away with these good folks.

At some point of their conversation, I did what I had to do. I jumped off of the steps and onto the grass, and as they say, I watered the lawn.

Trish, of course, was stopped mid-sentence in her conversation and erupted with laughter.

As for the folks at the door, I was simply too embarrassed to even give them a look.

And as for me, the dress I was donning for my costume as a “haggled housewife” was, well, wet.

We quickly said our “farewells” and as we walked the block back to our “stomping grounds,” it was I who was doing most of the talking, perhaps blaming her for her “chattiness” on the doorstep.

My friend Trish and I have relived that story time and time again. I still blame her for her gift of gab. And she still erupts in laughter each time.

As they say, you shouldn’t laugh at others if you can’t laugh at yourself, even if it stems from an embarrassing “performance” on the doorstep of a stranger on a cold and dark Halloween night.