Yesterday was our department Christmas party and as part of the precedings we had to submit a "tidbit of information" about ourselves that no one was likely to know. I couldn't think of anything better so I submitted the whole, "I was a cheerleader" thing. How lamz0r. "I made out with Julian McMahon" has such a nicer ring to it, no?
Anyway. We're doing our holiday lunch extravaganza and playing this little guessing game of which statement matches which employee... when I finally hear the thing about the cheerleader being read aloud. I could feel my ears starting to turn pink so quickly feigned looking around the room with a very thoughtful look painted on my face so as not to draw attention (my face, it hides nothing). On and on the guessing game went with pretty much every person in the room, men included, getting guessed as The Cheerleader. Except me.
Lo and behold, in the midst of a dead, stupefied silence a random, lone voice in the corner says, "Uhhhhhh.... Margaret?" to the hysterics of the entire room. No really, I wish I had a camera to capture not only the rupture of noise but the look on everyone's faces. Sure someone almost got drunkenly married in Tijuana and had their picture taken on top of a donkey painted to look like a zebra, but HOLY CRAP MARGARET WAS A CHEERLEADER!
Many of you have never met me, but really, can it be so hard to believe? I just don't understand why the whole cheerleader thing really mystifies people. I mean, I get I'm not your bog standard, cookie cutter type of former-cheerleader gal... but can it really be *that* bad? I've had 4 people come up to me since then and shake their heads. At me.
"REALLY?! Wow. I just... not you!"
You guys are killing me, you really are.
Comments
YOU were a cheerleader? *catches breath*
nah, just kidding...i don't really see what the big deal is either, but then again, i skipped high school altogether so anything high school related escapes my grasp to begin with...
Being an ex cheerleader myself, which people definately find hard to believe because I *don't* fit the mold, you to me are a cheerleader type...it's the super secret cheer society.