This is like calling a teacher ‘mom’ isn’t it?
Mixed up “thank you very much” and “thank you ma’am”, and said “thank you mom” to a bank teller.
Asking to use the bathroom is always sticky for people suffering with anxiety:
I had to pick something up from someone’s house and was desperate for the loo, didn’t want to ask to use the bathroom in their house so instead picked what I needed up, rudely rushed through small talk, basically ran to my car, drove far enough away they couldn’t see me and then parked again and half pissed myself running into a bush.
Wasn’t even the first time I’d been to that house…
Oh so you don’t just show up to the party first and get hammered, like the rest of us Cuppycakemarie?
I have gotten out of my car, walked up to the house of the party, then walked back to my car…then walked back up to the house, then back to my car until I finally texted my friend at the party, asking him to come get me outside so I wouldn’t have to walk in front of the crowd alone.
Island-radio didn’t dance, didn’t want to:
I was in a dance class a few years ago and we had to do improv. Everyone there was a WAY better dancer than me, so I had a difficult time just with that. Well, my teacher gave us 5 mins to come up with a dance to a whole song, and you’d have to dance in front of the class alone. I noped the fuck out of there and ran and hid in the bathroom. My cell phone was still in the classroom, but at that point I didn’t care. I decided to sneak out the front door of the studio. Well there’s a small problem there. The walkway to the parking lot was in front of the giant windows of my classroom. I decided to just duck down and run the best I could, hoping no one saw me. I made it to the car and had my Dad run in and get my phone. Didn’t go back to my class for a few weeks there.