The Absent Uncle : We all can get a red face

A couple of weeks ago my peerless, fearless editor of the Brandon Valley Journal confessed to what is today referred to as a “wardrobe malfunction” discovered in public. While hers was probably not noticed by a large group of people during her day, that type of thing can happen and you find yourself somewhat to extremely embarrassed.  

Jill’s story brought to mind what I would consider my most embarrassing public “wardrobe malfunction” – that I am aware of! 

It was back in the early 1990’s, as I was assuming the position of general manager of a school bus facility in southern California. The timing of my arrival coincided with the monthly safety meeting mandated by the company and school district contract. Perfect time to be introduced to all 100-plus employees and fill them in on my plans for the transition. 

So, I introduce myself, make my pitch for my management style – door’s always open, let me know your ideas, let’s work together, you get the idea. I was really feeling good about the vibes, feeling like I am being accepted, heard, and that this group of drivers have been looking for a leader to solve the problems they are going through as a group, and I can make a difference here.

Just a great feeling. Pumped. 

I turn the meeting over to the safety person to conduct the instruction portion of this mandatory get-together and assess her effectiveness in connecting with the drivers. This whole staff is new to me, and I need to see them in action to develop a level of confidence in their abilities. 

Her presentation is pretty good, and I observe her presentation until she starts a training film that I am very familiar with and decide to leave the meeting area. 

I headed to the men’s room. (For those male readers, you will understand the following terminology, for female readers, use your imagination) 

I entered the men’s room, sidle up to a vacant urinal, reach down to pull down my fly, and find it is already down.   

Disbelief. Horror. Embarrassment. I stood in front of the mirror to assess the potential damage, possible resignation of my position, and finally acceptance of the situation. With a red face. 

Unbelievably, no one ever said a word to me about my open fly. No one. I think it made it worse. 

I didn’t stay at this location for very long – other fires to put out for the company. But when I left, I had the opportunity to address the group, thank them for their cooperation, and hard work. I also couldn’t resist bringing up that embarrassing moment. The smiles and out-loud laughs confirmed what I knew – my red face was well-earned.