A Most Embarrassing Moment

© 2004 copyright Raymond C. Evans

In Santa Rosa, New Mexico, it was, early morning, sun up and it was time to go. It was at a motel, I knew the drill, take about five trips to the car with all those baby things.

Two baby girls we had, one about two years old and the other about one.

There were toys and blankets, bottles and strollers and there were diapers, lots of diapers. There were lots and lots of other stuff too, that the wife and I needed for a long trip. There were clothes too, lots of clothes. I always told my wife, "take half as many clothes and twice as much money for a good trip", but my wife never really caught the vision. We always had plenty of clothes, but we always managed to run out of money.

It was about on my third trip to the car that everything fell apart. I was on my way back to our room for another trip. Or at least I thought I was. It seems like all motels have green doors and this motel was no exception. A little sleepy I was, open the green door, and walk in, everything cool up to now.

Oh! My Gawd!!! I'm in the wrong room! There she sat, a woman putting on what we used to call her unmentionables in the old days. I won't mention them now either. I had seen my wife this way many times but this was not my woman, she didn't belong to me, and I had never seen" her before, not dressed like this or any other way. She had a husband, to my dismay, but I wasn't it. "Who are you"? She shrieked, loud enough to crack the ceiling plaster. I didn’t even bother to answer; I wasn’t about to stand there, shake her hand to introduce myself. "Oh my gosh, I'm in the wrong room", I mumbled as I fled out of the room. She already had that figured out; I certainly wasn't telling her something she didn't already know. I felt just like the fox that the farmer caught in the hen-house. I figured she may have an irate husband around there someplace, besides I was beginning to think I may need some of those diapers for myself.

It didn't take long for me to find our room now, I can tell you for sure, I wasn't about to leave it either. At least not until long after the folks next door left, even then I was afraid that I might run into them in a restaurant.

Oh, sure I can laugh about it now, thirty two years have passed. I'm sure the ladies husband can laugh about it too. The lady that was donning her unmentionables most likely never thought it was funny, ever, not even to this day, I'm just glad that she wasn't armed with a shotgun.

And so it was that I had my most embarrassing moment in Santa Rosa, New Mexico.