Proud moment number 220938

BostonGayGal

I went to a meeting with an acupuncture needle still stuck in the top of my head - one of the long, 3-4 inch ones that coils at the end. It was sort of buried in my bird's nest of hair. It wasn't painful or anything, but if the social worker noticed during the meeting it probably confirmed for her that I have come unhinged. I don't think anyone noticed, but who knows. 

Usually I keep track of the hidden ones, and she makes a mark on the paper lining on the table. We both ditzed. The waitress at the Thai place where I ate noticed and told me in rather broken English. Why do I feel as though my life has a higher percentage of embarrassing moments than most?