So, a couple weeks ago, I ran into a friend at Borders, and when I turned around to leave through what I throught was the exit, I instead found myself in a dead end of windows and bookshelves.
I probably turned ten shades of red, and do you think my friend had mercifully turned around and walked away and missed my flaming faux pas? Noooo.
I turned around, said "Midvale!" (because that's what my husband and I have done for years whenever we've done something stupid), and there stood my friend, staring at me with the goofiest grin, which I returned as I tried to muster some shred of dignity and leave before someone noticed my shirt tag stuck out or the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe...
Cartoon hat tip: SWFM