We’ve all been in an embarrassing situation before, right? Well the one I’m thinking of right now actually involves my best friend from high school. It’s the same Rick you’ve heard about in other stories I’ve shared.
I believe it was the summer between our Junior and Senior years of high school. Rick and I were with another friend of ours named Mike. (This was the same Mike that raced his Rabbit through city streets with me and Rick clinging to the seats.) We all decided that we were going to make a day trip to one of the Lake Michigan beaches in Grand Haven, Michigan. We met at Mike’s house, where the three of us piled in to Mike’s parents’ Jetta. With Mike driving, we got there in record time (without racing anyone along the way). Mike drove us around Grand Haven and then we parked the car and walked a short distance to the beach. It was on the cool side and mostly cloudy, but still very pleasant.
Because the water was on the cold side, we mostly sat on the beach and sunned ourselves. In spite of the wind and clouds, though, it didn’t prevent us from taking a swim before we were through. We went out to water that was about shoulder depth, stayed there for a few minutes and slowly walked back to shore. Mike was heading back first with me in tow and Rick bringing up the rear. We were all about twenty feet apart from each other.
As we reached a water depth that was just below crotch level, out of the corner of my eye I saw Rick suddenly plunge down into the water. As my full attention fell on him, I noticed he seemed to be crouching in the water, but he wasn’t doing anything. Caring friend that I was, thoughts of concern raced through my mind: Was he peeing? Was he pooping? Was he cramping? Was he playing reindeer games? By this time, Mike was on shore and looking back at us still in the water. He hollered to Rick to quit messing around and get moving. I was standing in the water between the two of them, watching this unfold.
It was then that Rick made it known to us (and everyone within earshot) that his white bathing suit was revealing a little too much of his lower anatomy. Apparently the material was not conducive to that of which a bathing suit should be. Instead of modestly covering what was underneath, this suit was flaunting everything it could and giving free shows at every turn. Again, caring friend that I was, once my laughter was under control, I continued to the shore where Mike was. We turned our gaze back out to the water where Rick crouched helplessly while we delved into a deep discussion of what the best way to handle this embarrassing situation was.
We asked some important questions: How long should we let him stay out there? Did you bring the Doritos? Should we go buy him a different suit? Should we leave him? It was in the middle of this very important dialogue that Rick rudely interrupted by hollering at us to bring him his towel so he could wrap it around himself. Mike was a tad reluctant to respond after his efforts at coming up with a good plan were so abruptly stopped. I, however, being the caring friend that I was, acquiesced and walked through the sand to get his towel.
After talking with a few people along the way and stopping for a refreshing drink, I promptly walked back into the water to where Rick was. I may have pretended to drop the towel in the water–I don’t recall–but Rick failed to see any humor in the situation at all. He snatched the towel out of my caring hand, raised himself up and wrapped it around his waist. He huffed through the water (as much as a person can huff through knee-deep water) and walked right passed Mike.
It’s possible that at that time we were still laughing about this embarrassing situation. And unfortunately for Rick, his inappropriate reactions to our efforts at providing adequate help were met with more humorous guffaws on our part. He eventually got over it and saw the error of his ways.
No worries, Rick. There’s no need to apologize. You’re welcome!