Mortification Part Deux ('Der' would probably be more appropriate)

Another cause to rip into a tirade of unpalatable language - albeit circumstances are more towards embarrassing rather than aggravating (stupid HECS debt).

Well mortification usually equates to Marissa making a fool of herself (again) in front of her manager. WHY WHY WHY? As if the errant SMS wasn't enough **cringe** **shudder**


Occasion: Fortnightly coffee catch-up
Location: Cafe on Castlereagh Street
Scene: As we were about to wrap up, this conversation ensued:-

Manager: Maybe you should wipe the chocolate off your mouth before we leave.

[ I begin my clean up as the psychologically scarring effects from the embarrassment & the mortification set in - while trying to act calm & collected of course ]

Manager: Oh wait, you are wiping the wrong spot. It's on the other side of your mouth.

[ Okay no more saving to be done. The only question left on my mind is whether I had crap on my mouth the ENTIRE time. How can you possibly take a person seriously when they have crap around their mouth. ACK AAAAAACKKKK!! ]

Learnings:

Never take yourself seriously because something trivial like chocolate sprinkles will mock you!

Stick with water when dealing with important people.

Food usually ends up on the right side of your mouth.

I wonder if we will win tonight?