Tagged - Blonde Bimbo Moments

I have been tagged by Typhoon Sue to reveal my blonde, bimbo moments. Actually, I find it a little unfair to stereotype blondes as bimbos. I have met many smart blonde-haired individuals. Whoever who came up with that term obviously had some hard luck being in the company of blondes who did not have anything going on up there. I will try to ignore that for now and just play the game.

I tried to recall moments that made me feel foolish or inept. I know I had quite a few starting from my teen years but these stand out:

Moment No. 1 - Screening calls for mom

This happened many, many years ago. Mom was not in the mood to chat with anyone on the phone. She wanted some rest. It was a quiet afternoon - perfect time for relaxing. When the phone rang, she asked me to find out first who it was. She never turned down outstation calls from relatives. It turned out to be a distant relative. I was not sure if she wanted to take this call or not. So, I said, "Hold on, let me see if she is at home. I just walked in the house and have not seen her yet."

I asked mom if she wanted to talk to that person. Mom figured she was trying to sell something based on their previous conversation. She told me to say that she is not at home and will call the relative another day. Just at that moment, my brain did not want to cooperate with me. I conveyed the message - "Mom says she is not at home .... (at this point my mom slapped her forehead and I realised what I said). Err.. I mean mom is not around. I will ask her to call you back." I put down the phone and mom and I had a good laugh. I am sure that relative knew.

Moment No. 2 - The unrecognisable swimming instructor
(mentioned in an earlier post)

My colleagues and I were taking up swimming lessons at that pool in Jalan Raja Chulan, Kuala Lumpur. Our coach was a young guy named Saad, who preferred to be called James (I don't know why, don't ask me) . For our first lesson, we met James at the pool at opening time - 5:30pm, I think. He signed us in.

After our first lesson was over, James asked us if we could come in at 5:00pm for the next eight weeks. We agreed. I figured that would be good just in case any of us drowned, we won't have a public spectacle. James told us that he would bring our membership cards to our office before the next lesson. These cards will ensure entry to the pool before opening hours.

One day, the receptionist buzzed me and said there was a guy waiting to see me. I wondered who could it be because I was not expecting anyone to drop by. I forgot all about the membership cards. I went out the reception area. I could not make out where I saw this guy but he looked so familiar. I asked him, "May I help you?"

He said, "Jacqui, it's me James." I then realised who he was as he handed me four cards. Feeling a little embarassed about not recognising him, I had to apologise. I said, "Oh my! I am so sorry James. I did not recognise you with your clothes on." (Needless to say, James blushed and I was totally embarassed).

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I could try to remember more to share but then I won't be able to publish this post tonight. Also, I am 13 hours behind Malaysia now, I wanted to get this out before the long holiday weekend sets in.

Here's wishing my fellow Malaysians, A Happy Merdeka Day. May our leaders have less blonde, bimbo moments. :D