One mom's mortifying "oops" moment.
The boys had just finished an enthusiastic soccer game. The orange slices and Gatorade at half-time did not stave off the hunger created by kinetic eight-year-olds competing on the field and fervent parents yelling on the sidelines.
As expediently as possible both teams and parents made it to the nearest Shakey's Pizza to celebrate the victories as well as near victories. On this particular day, several other local teams had finished their sports events moments before us. My boys went straight to the game room, my husband joined the long line of fathers and I scouted for a table where a family might be finishing up. After an extra long half hour, the boys' growling stomachs took priority. They abandoned the video mania and came whining to me. I could see there were still six dads waiting to order in front of my husband. Then, to my good fortune, the family at the table right next to where I was standing got up and started saying good-bye to their fellow soccer mates.
Like musical chairs, my boys deftly sat down as the other kids were rising. Good. Part one complete. But wait! The other family had left behind nearly half a pepperoni and olive. I looked around, saw the mom and kids head out the door, then with a "what the hell -- this is a life or death decision" I doled out a slice to each child and took one for myself. When you are in dire need of sustenance, the taste buds go into overdrive. It was simply delicious. Just as I was taking my second bite, the father of the family whose chairs we now occupied came back. Right in the middle of my long, satisfied "mmmmmm," he asked,
"Excuse me, but isn't that our pizza?"
Before I could swallow I noticed the "take home" box in his hand.
Mortified, I nodded and held the rest of the savory piece in my mouth. Should I spit it out? I sheepishly apologized and offered him a ten, but he turned on his heels and left. My kids were stunned. All eyes were on me as I set the crust down and blushed.
There was nothing more I could do, so I picked up another slice and ate it.
|Marilyn Kentz is the brunette half of the '90s comedy duo "The Mommies" and author of A Ten-Step Guide to Fearless Aging.|