3) (Sarah C) I was getting ready to go pick my husband up from his deployment. Picked out the perfect dress (I usually don’t wear dresses) and got my son ready. Soon we heard the plane fly over (we can hear everything here at Ft Hood.) I was so nervous!! I hurried to get my son buckled in his seat and realized I hadn’t used the bathroom!! I hurried up and got out the door. When we arrived at the parking lot it was almost full. My husband and I had already discussed a meeting point; it was on the other end of the parade field, the furthest point from my vehicle. My son wanted to be carried and I had a sign in the other hand on our long walk. No one could wipe away the smile on my face! I was so happy and so excited. I finally make it across the field and go by all the bleachers filled with people to our meeting area. I sit my son down and the lady a row or 2 up from us on the bleachers starts talking to me. My cheeks hurt at this point because I haven’t stopped smiling, and my heart is racing. The lady begins to tell me that my cheeks are showing. I smile bigger saying that I know I’m so excited! She says, no honey, your little bum cheeks are showing. I then realize I have walked in front of hundreds of people with the back of my dress tucked into my underwear. Not only have I realized it, but then looking back, most of those hundreds of people are looking, pointing, and laughing at me. As if I needed something else to make my heart race…then I had to embarrass myself!! It was a good story to share with my husband a few hours later.
2) (Kelly W.) Just before my husband’s third deployment, we were at the colors casing ceremony. Everyone there was very quietly and attentively listening to the General’s speech when my 2 year old yelled out, “I farted!” I about died laughing…along with everyone in the bleachers.
1) (Dawn C.) My husband was TAD out of state for a few weeks and returned alone on a late arriving civilian flight to San Diego. The plan was for me to just pick him up at the curb outside arrivals. I was NEVER supposed to be out of the car. So, I thought I’d surprise him with a cute, lacy lingerie set underneath a trench coat. I was so excited to see him I neglected to notice that the gas tank was on empty. I got lost at night in a shady area of the city looking desperately for a gas station. I finally found a gas station right across the street from a “gentleman’s club…” complete with a purple flashing neon “Girls, Girls, Girls” sign. I pulled up to the furthest pump, clutched my trench coat tightly around my scantily clad body underneath, and tried to discreetly pump gas with one hand. I didn’t draw any attention to myself until I dropped my credit card, then tried to stoop down to retrieve it at the same time a gust of wind blew my coat up and open, giving a free “exotic show” in the flashing lights from the purple neon “Girls, Girls, Girls” sign. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life, and I’ve never attempted a risque homecoming surprise ever again until we are actually home!
