WEEKEND LAUGHTER

I have not always worn a wig because I needed one.  There was a time in the late 60's when women wore wigs to be fashionable. 

One of my early banking jobs was on the check order desk.  The customer's checks were 
stored in the basement of  the bank.  If a customer needed a new book of their personalized checks, their order slip would be placed in a dumbwaiter tray and lowered to the basement where Orlin would fill the order, place it in the dumbwaiter and raise it for me to give the customer their checks.


This particular day I had lowered the tray and had leaned a bit too far into the shaft.  My head caught on the frame and knocked my wig into the basement.  Orlin reached in for the check order and encountered a furry creature instead.  He screamed like a girl which echoed into the shaft and thus sounded loudly throughout the bank lobby.  Everyone turned toward the sound and saw me standing there, wig-less with my real hair tightly pincurled to my head.  I still have nightmares about this and you can bet Orlin does too.  LOL


Share one of your funny, embarrassing and horrifying moments in the comments and I will move it into this post.

Bonnie (BornInaZoo) said...

I went back to my original post of this to cut & paste it ...

ExH & I were traveling with two of his brothers and their wives on their bikes, my brother and my sister's husband in my Jeep (towing the cargo trailer), myself and my ex on his Harley, and two of my ex's friends on their respective bikes. That day on the road was long, hot, and grueling. We had one bike break down. I'm not sure you'd call it luck, but a friendly rancher with a :::smelly::: horse trailer transported the motorcycle and two travelers to the next town where there was a Harley dealer. Another biker had the trailer he was towing flip causing him to lose control of his bike. It was a minor crash for the rider but the trailer was toast. When we arrived at the designated hotel, I went to a nearby vending machine to get something to drink while the group was checking in to the hotel. When I returned to the hotel desk to find my partner, I gave him the usual 'love grab' on his butt cheeks. Much to my surprise, his brother's butt looks the same as his! Everyone laughed hysterically 'with me' for 15 minutes (and at least three people had to make mad dashes for the restroom) while I turned every shade of red possible. I swear my cheeks could have melted a polar ice cap.

It was a great stress relief for a lot of people at that moment. As I a said, it was a rough day on the road.

These days I shy away from PDAs.

10:02 AM

  Riot Kitty said...
It relates to hair, actually... when I was a business reporter, I went into an editorial board meeting with some federal energy executives. Note that I was the only female in the meeting. One of them I had not seen for a few months, and had a new hairstyle. I blurted out, "Ed! I haven't seen you with your new hair!" He just looked at me and said, "Same hair."

Now, for a girl, "new hair" means new hairstyle, but for a man in his 60s...well, you get the idea.

12:54 PM

Lynn said...

Wow - sounds like Orlin deserved that. But that is a truly mortifying moment for you.

I'm sure there have been a zillion things for me, but the only one coming to mind is when I was a teenager and walking up some steps in front of a young man I fancied and I tripped and fell UP the steps in front of him.

7:07 AM


Dianne said...

and hence was born the phrase - she flipped her wig

in my last month of pregnancy I was huge
swollen and grotesque
I was still working and commuting via subway into NYC
I got stuck in the turnstile
half in and half out
I remember one cop saying - "we might have to deliver the baby to get her out of there"
they had to dismantle the turnstile
all in front of rush hour NYers

10:01 AM

Nancy said...

Annie,

I also used to wear a wig when they were fashionable years ago.
I used to hate it when anyone would ask if I was wearing a wig .

One day a fellow came up to me in the office and very loudly asked, "Are you wearing a wig?"

Just as loudly I replied," Yes,
I am,(touching my hair)but this is my real hair. I wear the wig underneath."

The foolish and puzzled look on his face made the whole office erupt in laughter.

He never asked again. In fact,as I recall, he never even spoke to me again....

7:20 PM

Chatty Crone said...

That was horrifying I know because a similar incident happened to us. My in-laws and our family went out to dinner. Hubs held son who is not 36 he was 2 - in a waiting area. A busy waiting area. My son grabbed a women's wig off - he never pulled hair either. He cried at what he had done - my hubs was mortified - the women - out on a date - whipped the wig right out of his hand and plopped it back on her head.
My dear MIL and I were laughing our head off on the other side of the room.
And where did we sit? Right next to that woman and her date.
Love, Chatty
Thanks for the memories.

1:04 PM

Pat said...
Fashion dictated that one had a wig in the sixties. I was being driven down to the south of France with friends to stay in their farmhouse. 'Please Pat - only small bags - no suitcases,' the husband pleaded.
He nearly had a fit when he saw that one was the head on which my beautiful wig rested. Well it wasn't a suitcase.
Down in the south it was far too hot to wear it.

5:08 AM