It’s December 1st and opening day for Christmas season, which means getting decorations out of the attic and going to the ‘holiday party’ at work. At last year’s party, I got a little more attention than I wanted. No, I didn’t overindulge and tell anybody off, at least I don’t think I did. But I did have a mishap that caught everyone’s attention at the party.
It was lunchtime on the day of the festive gig. I found a leftover piece of pizza in the fridge and decided it would hold me over until the germ-infested buffet later that evening. Buffets? Who really wants to eat food served with utensils that were touched by every person in the room…especially when a lot of people in the room ‘haven’t been feeling well’? Sometimes you don’t have a choice and you have to eat it. Save yourself some sickness by using a napkin to handle serving spoons or fill your plate and wash your hands before starting to eat. Yes, I know, I have issues, but I’m only looking out for you.
Anyway, while eating my pizza I was holding the plate a little too close to my mouth, which I didn’t realize until it was too late. As I cut a piece of pizza with my fork, the plate flipped up and hit just above my upper lip. I knew it was bad when I saw red swirls in my ice water after taking a quick sip. I knew it was even badder when I looked in the mirror and saw my fat, split lip. I iced it, taped the edges together, and eventually covered it with makeup, but I knew it was gonna get some attention at the party…and I was right.
Some people just outright asked, “What happened to your lip?” while others looked and then looked away like nothing was wrong. You know, how you look and then look away when somebody you’re talking with has something in their nose? Well, it was like that…they saw it, tried to pretend they didn’t see it, but couldn’t stop looking at it. Some did double takes and others did triple. I guess it was a low-level accident scene but hey, I wasn’t gonna miss the ‘holiday party’ over an incident with a piece of pizza.
At the height of my unwanted attention, one work colleague decided I had something on my face that she could easily scrape off. Bless her heart. She came in towards my lip with her little finger extended and said, “You have something on your lip. Let me get it for you.” “Well, if you can get that for me, I can go back to being just another ‘holiday party’ attendee instead of the center of attention,” I thought as I swatted her pinky away before it reached my lip, which was now a pretty shade of blue. No pinky was gonna get that!
So today, I’m not eating any leftover pizza from the fridge to hold me over until the germ-infested buffet. I wonder where everyone will focus their attention this year.
Thanks for reading and be sure to #ShareTheLaughter !