Oh, no. It’s another Lucy episode. I wish they’d stop filming these; I don’t even get paid.
This time I was
at the nail salon. I’ve been going there for years, where Ethan does my nails
in 30 minutes flat. We usually chat, usually about his darling 4-year-old,
Mia.
Only this time, I saw a cooking show on his cell phone and we started talking about food and recipes. Before you can say, “The oven timer’s done,” he was finished, at which point I paid and made a new appointment.
I was standing up to leave when I remembered his daughter and said, “Give Mia a hug.”
He came around
the table, squeezed my shoulders, and I left, puzzled.
ONLY THEN DID I
REALIZE THAT HE THOUGHT I SAID, “GIVE ME A HUG!”
This is a
DISASTER! Too mortified to even go back in and explain, I got in the car and
peeled out, totally embarrassed. Yes, I know I should have handled it right
then, but I didn’t.
I went home and wailed to St. Bob.
Ethan probably thinks I’ve turned into one of these flirty old women who snuggle up to men and wink at them. EWWW!
Now I have to
summon the courage to bring it up again when I go there next, and explain the misunderstanding.
WHY DID HE HAVE TO NAME HIS KID MIA? THIS IS A CATASTROPHE JUST WAITING TO HAPPEN!
Mama Mia.
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