Following the wrong woman in sort of the same colored dress as my wife out of the grocery store, helping her load up, and getting in the front seat with her waiting to be taken home?
That wasn't so embarrassing. She was kind of flattered at the attention. Finding out I was married when my dear sweety pounded on the windshield to get my attention was. My wife's continually reminding me of the fact and laughing in my face in front of family, friends, neighbors, and visiting door-to-door salesmen is.
It's not the deed, it's those subtle public nudges of memory that are a killer.
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