Sunday, April 13, 2008

Most embarrassing moment award of our Europe trip goes to ...

So by now, we are all back home. Rui is back in San Luis Obispo, Poon is back in Irvine, and I am now again sitting in my room back in Redondo Beach. As each of us start to readjust to our normal lives, I am sure that there will be lots of embarrassing stories told, both on this blog and in real life. With that being said, I thought I'd start out by telling you the most embarrassing one first.

Our entire trip lasted about 15 and a half days and throughout the trip, we each had ample opportunity to try and win the coveted "Most Embarrassing Moment" award. We each made a good effort to win the award while we traveled throughout Europe. We all had our fair share of public humility and so it was unclear about who would win. By the sheer number of entries, it was looking like Rui must have had a winner in there somewhere. However, it wasn't until we were back in the US, with only 6 hours left to go, that one of us decided to end all debate on the matter with a crème de la crème entry.

With just one more airplane ride to go, Poon decided that it was time to stop playing games and win the award once and for all. How could Poon just stay idle and let Rui be the victor? Poon decided to devise a plan so brilliant that even he was surprised when his plan finally materialized.

While we were waiting at the gate to board the plane, Poon decided it was time to unleash his master plan. A Hispanic mother of three was standing behind Poon. She tapped Poon on the shoulder and quietly said "You have paper on your back." Now Poon, being the entertainer that he is, decided that he wanted a larger crowd to witness his plan unfold and so "pretended" that he did not understand the lady. She again said "You have paper on your back" in a louder tone, which quickly brought Rui's and my attention to the unfolding situation at hand. Poon again "pretended" to not understand. She then said for a third time, while pointing at Poon's back, "You have paper on your back".

By this time, half of the people waiting to board the plane were aware there was something going on and so were all staring in Poon's direction. I finally understood what she was saying and so I told Poon to turn around so I could investigate the matter. Poon still "pretended" to not know what was happening and so I was forced to turn him around myself, so that I, and everyone else, could see his back. As I finished turning Poon around, we all finally understood what the lady had meant. About 3 feet of bright white toilet paper was coming from Poon's waist and dragging on the floor. The last sheet or two were crumpled together, evidence that they had gotten wet when the toilet was flushed.

It was at this moment that laughter erupted throughout our gate. It started from 4 very beautiful girls behind us, flowed through the crowd of men, women, and children, and then finally reached an elderly couple. Poon, still unaware of the situation, stood there puzzled. While Rui laughed uncontrollably, I informed Poon of the situation. Poon's puzzled face quickly turned a shade of red I did not think was humanly possible. Poon quickly took care of the toilet paper situation but by then it was too late. Like everyone else, I also erupted with laughter. As minutes passed, the laughter died down, but as soon as one of us heard a chuckle, the laughter was once again in full force.

It was at this time that they started to actually board the plane. They boarded our plane by zones, starting with First class, and then in increasing numerical order (starting with 1 and ending with 9). As fate would have it, we were zone 9, and so we stood there while others laughed and boarded the plane. First the hispanic mother and her children boarded, then the elderly couple, some men and women, and finally the 4 very beautiful girls. Each one of them left us with a smirk on their face knowing that they now had a story to share with their family and friends throughout the world.

The End.

-Ed

I put that paper there on PURPOSE!

-Poon