Okay, here's one of my most embarrassing moments:
When I was in the Air Force Band (I think I was in Europe at the time -- it doesn't really matter), we flew into a small air station enroute to our destination. The terminal had a very small snack shop, and we, being musicians, lined up dutifully to procure our caloric waste for the afternoon. Anyhoo, the guy in front of me plopped a bill down on the counter in front of the cashier and said something like, "That's a ten."
Well, I chimed in and said, "He knows that's a ten -- he's not
blind..."
The cashier responded, "As a matter of fact, I
am."
I tried so damned hard to melt into the surroundings, but it didn't work. Me and my big mouth...
There -- I'm glad I finally got that out. Twenty years of wasted therapy...