My embarrassing moments just keep crashing into me. Yesterday at work, my boss asked me if I could look up a check we had written to a vendor. The way we name common vendors is by using the first three letters of the name. For example, if we wrote a check to Taco Bueno, the code would be TAC100 or something. The vendor name in this case was SEC. Boss standing behind me, I commence check search. I was staring at the screen instead of my fingers. Instead of typing in SEC, I typed in SEX! I didn't even realize it until he said, "Well, is that what's on your mind today?" Usually I wouldn't have even blushed, but it was my boss. And it was also an honest mistake. The C and X are right next to each other.
I got to see Doug yesterday. Instead of him having to look at a gross fever blister, he had to endure my peeling skin from this weekend's sunburn. Lucky him! I promise I don't always look this bad! So we're driving back to my apartment and I see a vehicle that has six ichthys/ichthus/"Christian Fish" drilled in on the back. Two big fish, four little fish. Arranged such that the big fish were leading the four little fish. The license plate said "family." I can only guess this means it was a family of six Christians. How unbelievably nauseating! I'll give you one guess as to what type of vehicle it was. If you said minivan, give yourself a gold star for the day!