Amanda Lamb: Letting it all hang out
Posted May 30, 2010 8:40 p.m. EDT
Updated June 1, 2010 8:56 p.m. EDT
If you follow me on Facebook, you may already have heard this little anecdote about how I once again proved that this kind of stuff only happens to me.
It was a typical day-rushing through getting the kids dressed, making breakfast, driving carpool, the usual. After dropping my children off at school, I was assigned by WRAL-TV to go to the National Guard headquarters in Morrisville where families would be greeting soldiers returning from Iraq. Their return was slightly delayed. At noon I did a liveshot near the tarmac with excited families behind me cheering wildly, waving flags and welcome home signs. Little did I know that I was creating a little excitement all on my own...
A few minutes later when I headed outside, a woman in the parking lot approached me hesitantly.
"Are you Amanda Lamb?" she asked sheepishily.
"Why, yes, I am," I said enthusiastically thinking I was meeting a WRAL fan.
"You have a hole in your pants," she said pointing to the back of my pants as she put her hand to her mouth in embarrassment.
I reached back, and there it was, not a small rip, but a gaping hole the size of a grapefruit across the left part of my backside. Nothing was left to the imagination. I immediately leaned up against the news car to hide the hole. I was, unfortunately, locked out of the car. I had to wait until my photographer returned and gave me a sweatshirt to wrap around my waist so we could finish the shoot. He returned to the car under protest when I refused to tell him over the phone what was wrong. But when he did return, he laughed for roughly a full minute before letting me into the car.
After we finished our shoot, I had just a few minutes to run into a local store and grab a new pair of pants before returning to my office and putting my story together. I walked out of the store fourteen minutes later with a respectable pair of jeans to get me through the rest of my workday.
That night when I told my girls the story, they laughed until their stomachs hurt. They love hearing stories that prove I am fallible. They wanted to know if I was embarrassed. I told them, honestly, not really, that there were far too many things in my life requiring my attention to let a little hole (or even a big one) get me down. This sent all of us into new fits of laughter. From this perspective, it was the best part of my week!
Amanda is the mom of two, a reporter for WRAL-TV and the author of several books including one on motherhoold called "Smotherhood." Find her here every Monday.