Less-Than-Graceful Moments!

Sometimes Gracefully

Hey there, Monday. You’re here a bit sooner than I expected, but today started with hot coffee, tutoring, and homemade brunch with the sisters, so I’m not complaining. Here are a few less-than-graceful moments from the past week!

  1. Here’s an underrated form of public embarrassment: tripping in the middle of a crosswalk during rush-hour traffic. Don’t worry everybody driving home from work in the heart of Minneapolis. I’m fine. You can go about your late-afternoons thanking the good Lord that you weren’t the one tripping in front of heavy traffic. Just let me make it to the other side of the street before you start driving, please…
  2. For me, making small-talk at the cash register while I’m checking out at Target is a situation already riddled with awkwardness…starting to sweat uncontrollably while I’m trying to make my casual conversation does not help things. As the Target lady rang up my coffee grounds, pineapple, and Doritos {we try to consume all of the important food groups here at the Beekman household}, I just started to sweat profusely on my neck, forehead, palms, back…why? No idea. But I left Target sounding like I’ve never held a full conversation in my life and looking like a nervous middle-school boy before his first date to the movies.
  3. I must have spent at least 8 full minutes trying to figure out how to attach the plastic, red cup holder for my morning coffee to my Target shopping cart. I tried clipping it, pushing it, jamming it onto my cart…I may or may not have even Googled “how to attach your Target cup holder to your Target cart” on my iPhone. And by “may or may not,” I definitely mean that I did. And Google had no solutions for me. Target cup holder: 1. Grace: Idiot 0.
  4. My apartment door keys that I placed in the tiny pocket of my running shorts jingled with every step that I took on my run around the neighborhood. I might as well have been wearing a cowbell. Everybody knew I was coming. And everybody knew how slowly I was coming. On a more positive note, the jingling noise kept the nonexistent bears away, so there’s one problem solved.
  5. Darrin and I consumed somewhat moldy hamburger buns for dinner the other night. I thought the little white specks on each bun was just fancy “bun/dough powder” {you can tell that I bake a lot…}; Darrin was convinced it was mold. We shrugged our shoulders, ate them anyways, and the rest of the bag of hamburgers buns were green the next day. The couple that eats moldy hamburger buns together, stays together. And feels a little sick and disgusted together.

 Sweat, mold, cowbells, and a whole lot of idiocy! How was your weekend? Have any less-than-graceful moments of your own? Darrin and I are off to the great Minnesota State Fair this week for an obnoxious amount of food, crowds, and free magnets. We’re all about the free stuff {magnets, pencils, pens, erasers, tote bags…our kind of “back to school” shopping}.

Hope you have a great day!

2 Comments

  • Reply Brittney August 18, 2014 at 11:28 am

    Ugh, I’m the same way about casual conversation during checkout time. That’s why I usually end up using the self checkout to save myself the embarrassment. And I laughed out loud at the mold story—it seems like something I would do because I would be too lazy to get new buns.

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    • Reply Grace Beekman August 19, 2014 at 6:50 am

      Haha it can be the worst, right?! Self checkout has been an awkward conversation lifesaver on many different occasions!

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