Orange juice ambush

Clearing up in the garden after a birthday party, I tossed the contents of a paper cup (orange juice) into the hedge. It shot through to the other side and I was simultaneously aware that there was someone walking up the street. Uh-oh. I held my breath and watched the drive entrance, willing them to carry on without looking back. No such luck.

A well-dressed lady wearing a pale blue summer suit, which was definitely somewhat damp at the hem, wandered down the drive - obviously one of the other moms I didn't know who had come to collect her child. She made a beeline for my friend, who looks much more responsible and mother-like than I do, naturally assuming that she was the adult in charge. This happens a lot and I am quite accustomed to it, I know I look dangerous.

Being British, she of course did not mention that she had been ambushed by orange juice on her way past the garden. Being a loud mouth, I couldn't help myself and I asked her if she had gotten wet on her way past the garden.

Luckily she was pretty OK about it (she did tell me I should have known better and I did feel a little like a scolded child but it was all in good humour), but the look of disbelief on my friend's face was worth paying money to see. She simply could not understand why I had said anything at all. I explained to her later, if I hadn't of said anything at all then it wouldn't have been half so funny when I later said to our damp guest; "Oh, by the way, I'm the birthday girl's mom..."

Creating looks of astonishment on other people's faces is an art.