True Story Tuesday - the stairwell

This week's True Story Tuesday takes us back about 10 years. Dw and I and our kids had just arrived at our annual district convention for our denomination. We were in Savannah, Georgia if I remember correctly.

I have mentioned before that I really am pretty shy. I love to be a stinkhead, but overall, no one would know that, unless they really know me. Dw on the other hand is Mr. Social. He wants to see everyone and talk to everyone. *sigh* I am quite used to it, knowing he just needs his people fix.

Well when we do things, we almost all the time, do them as a family, even things like district conventions or International conventions - we just love to be together. So here we were just having arrived at the hotel to spend the next few days. We had started to unpack and get settled when we realized that we had forgotten something in the car. Our room was at the end of the hallway near the staircase. Dw said, "I'll just run down the stairs and get blah-blah-blah."

As he left I turned to Abigail and said, "You want to go hide in the stairwell with me and jump out and scare daddy when he comes in?" She was game. We left Tyler in charge of the rest of the kids.

Abi and I headed to the stairwell and took our positions under the staircase tucked away from the view of the outside door.

Well we waited.

Minutes passed.

We waited some more.

More minutes passed.

We waited even more.

I said to Abi, "You know he ran into someone in the parking lot to chat....ugh." Finally Abi gave up, "I''m going back to the room." I said, "Well I'll wait just a few more minutes, he has to come soon, I mean, come on - how long can the guy talk to someone?"

I was crouched under the stairs and just knew that I knew that he was going to jump out of his skin - this was just going to be way, way, way too fun. =) All of a sudden I heard the outside door open and I could hardly stand it. I heard the footsteps just as they approached the staircase and I sprung up and out of my hiding place. I lunged at my husband and grabbed his belly clutching his cute little pooch with my one hand and simultaneously grabbed his back at the same time yelling, "GOTCHA!"

Only thing was that it wasn't my husband. It was some man, whom I have never seen before. That poor guy jumped out of his stinkin' skin and his eyes were the size of saucers. I graciously let go of my grip on his belly, giggling and mortified all rolled into one trying to explain, "Oh I'm so sorry, I thought you were my husband...." (I near wet my pants from the embarassment and I'm not sure he didn't near wet his from the trauma of it all.)

Poor gentleman scrambled out of there never smiling or laughing or even giving me a token "it's okay". He seemed like he was in shock.....and my guess is that he has probably never darkened a hotel staircase again.

True Story Tuesday is played compliments of my sweet friends, Rachel and Mr. Daddy. Go to their site and play along...everyone has some pretty funny or amazing stories out there.....I'd love to hear yours.....and heavens knows we could all use a good, clean hearty laugh....