β€œI swear Amber they are out of CHICKEN SANDWICHES…” My most recent, most embarrassing story

So it’s been awhile since I’ve shared any of my ridiculousness with you. It’s just a part of who I am, to be the most awkward person I know. I mean, I told you about the time I was bald….and about the time I was arrested….But recently I did something so stupid, I am ashamed of even telling you this.

There I was – standing in our employee cafeteria. My stomach has been weird lately and I swear I can only eat grilled chicken sandwiches. THEY GIVE ME LIFE.

ANYWAYS. There I am – standing at the “grab and go” counter and believe it or not (you guessed it) they were out of chicken sandwiches. Distraught. Exhausted. Hangry.

I start going into a panic looking for my friend Amber that was with me and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. So I LEGIT RUN OVER TO HER, assume this awkward squatting position with my hands on my hips and I yell “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. THEY ARE OUT OF CHICKEN SANDWICHES.”

Here’s an actual photo of myself in this stance:

After assuming this stance and yelling at my…friend about the lack of chicken sandwiches in this joint. To my horror I realize….that it’s not my friend Amber at all….to even more of my horror it was a young lady with special needs I was yelling at….that was now in a panic.

As mass trauma was assuming the employee grill. I did the only sensible thing I could.

I RAN. I RAN SO QUICKLY OUT OF THAT PLACE. I met up with my actual companion and we drove quickly back to our office. I haven’t been back to the employee grill in about…..two weeks.

This is me. This is who I am. Awkward squatting and all.

Tell me about your most embarrassing story below! I’m sure nothing can top the stupid stuff I get myself into πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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