Wanna get away?

Have you ever seen those Southwest Airlines commercials where someone does something really embarrassing, and then the tag line is "Wanna get away..."? I love the one where the two guys are playing a baseball game on the Wii, and the guy that's never played before chunks the Wii remote at the other guy's plasma TV, causing it to come crashing to the floor.
I had one (or several) of those moments yesterday morning. When I'm dropping Mackenzie off at daycare, I usually park in the garage. There are a few places on the street where you can parallel park, but they're almost always taken. Yesterday there was one available, so I decided to take it. Someone was behind me, so I didn't feel like I could follow the parallel parking rules (pull even with the car in front of the spot, back into the space, etc). It looked like I should be able to just pull into it with little effort - wrong... I pulled in, backed up, and begin repeating this process over and over. By this time, Mackenzie had started to cry, so that wasn't helping my concentration. I could see the security guard watching me (he was trying to act like he wasn't, but I know he was), and I was beginning to get frustrated. Finally, I decided it was good enough, even though I wasn't straight and was barely out of the flow of traffic. I got M out along with all of her gear for the day and proceeded to the door where I had to stop to show my badge to the security guard. Of course, I couldn't find it and had to put down everything to go through all of our stuff. The security guard waited patiently while all the other Moms and Dads showed their badges and filed past me. Finally I found it and took her upstairs. I got her settled in and and was ready to head back to the car. I should also mention that on Tuesday I had minor toenail surgery, so I wasn't walking very well at this point (so I probably shouldn't have put on those heels yet). As I was coming down the stairs and walking out the door, I missed the step down and started falling. Guess who caught me? Yep... the security guard. I was beyond embarrassed. I muttered, "Thank you" and hurried to my car. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw the security guard standing by my car to help guide me as I backed up to give myself enough room to pull out of the spot. I suppose he thought I might need a little help. I really wanted to disappear.
Of course none of this fazed Little Bit... good thing she's not old enough to be embarrassed by her mother!


Dear God,
Thank you for the kindness shown me by the security guard yesterday morning. However, if it's not too much trouble, perhaps you could find him a different job so that I never have to face him again! I would be forever grateful.
Amen