"Was that your mom, dude?"

I can recall a time where I had been embarrassed by my dear mother. It was my freshman year of high school, and I had cared so much about what other people thought of me because I thought I was cool, and I had thought that being seen with one of my parents would destroy my reputation, stupid I know. School had just let out, literally the last day, June 6^th. Ironically, my younger brother’s birthday was that same day, and since he was young enough not to care about it yet, he decided that he wanted to go see a movie that night, and I had to go with, what kind of brother would I be if I hadn’t? Since I wasn’t driving yet, our mom had to take us. But when we got there, it was packed, and my mom decided to go in and see the same movie we were seeing. When we walked into the theatre, I didn’t seem to get the memo about the entire freshman class was going to attend, same theatre, same movie, same time. Knowing my family, we had walked in late; it is something we always seem to do. The thing was, there were barley any seats, and had to walk in front of the screen to look for one, where everybody could see us. At that point I could name every single person in that theatre, because I had gone to school with every single one of them. Unfortunately, my mom was walking, all eyes on her, and she had slipped on butter that was on the floor. Cursing from fear, she had saved her fall with a smile and an apology to her audience. Too embarrassed to breathe, I quickly grabbed a seat next to a friend and pretended as if I had never seen her before in my life. I was set for about twenty minutes throughout the introduction, and then all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice, a voice in which I hear every day, my mother’s voice. I looked down the row and there she was asking the quarterback of the junior varsity football team if he had knew who I was and where I was sitting. My stomach dropped and again I pretended not to notice, then the worst happened. While I was sitting there watching the movie, my mother appeared in front of me like magic with a drink of soda in her hand, she lightly tossed in over to me, turned back and went back to her seat. The looks I got after that were shameful, “Was that your mom, dude?” I heard from the back. I sunk into my seat, literally the most embarrassing moment of my life, and the rest was silence. In Lost in Place, Mark had signed up for Kung Fu lessons. Not having any knowledge of this, his mother had called to make an appointment and told the Sensei that he was too good for a beginner’s class. I felt Mark’s pain, but personally I feel that he had it lucky compared to my situation.