I was asked a while back about my most embarassing moment. I listed the second. The most had to have been when I was 17. It was summer and my parents had packed up to head to the summer place in Montana for 7 weeks. As they drove off, I stripped nekkid and ran down to the barn from the house to celebrate my 7 weeks of freedom, and little else says freedom quite like the summer sun on parts that seldom see direct daylight. About mid-field, I heard a honk and there was the UPS truck and the driver got out and yelled that he needed a signature on the package. I dove face first in the grass and yelled, "GO AWAY!" He eventually did.
