Oh god. I had forgot this even happened to me today until just a minute ago. I'm not even sure how to tell this story.
Whisper this over and over: Sarah ... Sarah ... Sarah... Sarah ...
Did you do it? Outloud? You have to do it outloud.
Obviously that is my name. And if I happened to be in a public place, say, in line at the post office, it would be only natural for me to turn and look for the person who kept whispering my name right?
I turned to look and saw about three people. I didn't recognize any of the faces. Plus, none of their mouths were moving. Yet I still heard my name being whispered over and over.
Who the hell was whispering my name??
oh. OHH. OH NO!!!
I am the worst person in the world!
It was an older gentleman's oxygen! The sound of his oxygen supply was coming out in little bursts and somehow each little spurt of air made a sound that I swear to god sounded exactly like Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.
I realized my embarrassing situation and accidentally made eye contact with the old man for a split second before turning to face forward and willing the line to move faster.
I'm sure all the other people in line were like "That bitch is STARING at the poor old man with the oxygen tank! Learn some manners, woman!"
omg. Most awkward moment I've had in a long long time.