That moment when you wonder why the lady sitting next to you in church doesn’t turn off her ringing phone and you suddenly realize that although you silenced your phone (like a good girl), the alarm that you set for 9:30 a.m. never got turned off since you got up at 7:30 a.m. instead.
My phone was in my purse, underneath Ken’s jacket. By the time I grabbed my phone and turned it off, I was so flustered that I dropped Ken’s jacket and his phone on the concrete floor so my embarrasment could be prolonged for a few extra moments.
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