As a result we are usually running through the parking lot two minutes before (or sometimes after) the class starts. And sometimes things don't go as planned. Case in point a month ago. Ava came off the ice after her lesson and I discovered her skates, which I had put on her, were on the wrong feet (not the skates pictured - they were the Barbie clamp kind).
My dad: "YOU PUT HER SKATES ON THE WRONG FEET?!?!"
Everybody within ten feet: * polite snickering *
My mom: "What? What was that?!"
Me: "Nothing."
My mom: "No seriously. What was it?"
Me (muttering): "I put Ava's skates on the wrong feet."
My mom: "YOU PUT HER SKATES ON THE WRONG FEET?!"
Everyone who heard the first time plus everybody else in the stands: * full blown laughter *
It wouldn't be a Monday if I didn't make an ass of myself, but I find it far more entertaining to watch other people do it to themselves. To everybody who was in the stands that day: YOU'RE WELCOME.
Here's Grandad tying Ava's skates as I have been fired from the job.
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