my most embarrassing story

I was recently inspired by an embarrassing story written in the blog, It's Almost Naptime!! and I've decided to share my most embarrassing story. I have told this story over and over and I expect to tell it again.

Here it is:

In college, I got a part time job at Pappasitos, a Mexican restaurant located on Northwest Highway in Dallas, TX. I was a hostess. At this time, the uniform for the hostess consisted of a black wrap skirt and one of those frilly white tops that I guess is what Mexican ladies wore way back when.
It was a Saturday night and it was BUSY. I was the runner so I walked back and forth seating guests at their tables. It was the busiest part of the night when I was told to seat this family of five in a booth across the room from the hostess stand. If you've ever been to this Pappasitos, you'll recall how the restaurant is a wide open space; everyone can see everyone else.

I was halfway across the room with the family in tow, when the littlest girl tapped me on the arm.
"Miss," she said sweetly, "Your skirt fell off."

I stopped and looked down and yes, she was correct. My skirt had become unwrapped and was circling my ankles. I reached down to grab it and wrap it around myself before anyone else could see. I exchanged "oops!" glances with the family and asked the Dad if he could carry the menus while I fixed myself.

We all made it across the room and to their booth. The Dad handed out the menus. The little girl looked at me with WIDE eyes and asked, "Are you embarrassed?"

As I pulled the double knot of my wrap skirt tight, I looked at her, raised my eyebrows and said, "I don't have the time to be embarrassed. Enjoy your meal, y'all!"

Only after my shift was ended and I went home and told the story to my friends for the first time did I really feel the embarrassment. But I was comforted that it was a good story so I need not worry about it.

From that night forward, I safety-pinned my skirt together, just in case.