I’m not sure who was more embarrassed last month.
If I were going by how red my daughter’s face was, I would think she was more embarrassed.
If my stuttering said anything, I was more embarrassed. When I saw the look on the face of the youngest roofer, I knew he was more embarrassed. My daughter came running out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, because she had left her clothing on her bed. I was thinking the roofer had never seen a girl in a towel before, because he just stood there and stared. After stepping between my daughter and the roofer, I told her to turn around and get into the bathroom. I was going to bring her clothes to her. She turned to look at the roofer and asked why I didn’t tell her they were going to be there? I had thought the roofing company would not show until after 9 AM. Instead, they were at my door at 6 AM. Even though my daughter was now locked behind the bathroom door, the young roofer was still staring at where she had stood, and it glazed his eyes over. One of his coworkers told him to get outside and get to work. He walked like they made his shoes of concrete, and he kept turning around like he expected to see my daughter coming out of the bathroom. If it hadn’t been my daughter, I may have found it amusing. However, it was my daughter, and the look on the young roofer’s face had me perturbed.