Sometimes life serves up some incredibly sweet moments. About twenty-five years ago ,I mortally embarrassed both my high school children with no effort or planning on my part whatsoever. I was a dialysis nurse at the time. I had worked all night the night before. I had gone to bed about four that afternoon, knowing I was going to be called back. At eight-thirty in the evening the phone at my bedside rang. Jolted out of sleep, sure it was my call back from the hospital, I was disoriented to hear a radio D J introduce himself. “This is ———- I am calling the Bethea Home in Greenwood, Louisiana, live. We are on the air. Is this Ms. Bethea?”
“Duh”. This was not the call I was expecting. I was brilliant!
” You have the chance to be entered in the Win a House Contest if you can answer one simple question. Are you ready?”
Remember, I’d just come off a sixteen hour shift and had had four hours sleep.
“All Right! Here’s your question. It’s so simple you couldn’t miss it. What was Michael Jackson’s first million seller?” By this time my kids, who were both listening to the radio had burst into the room to try to get the phone away from me, knowing what was bound to happen.
the were too late. I answered loud and clear, disgracing them in front of all their listening friends. “Who in the Hell is Michael Jackson?”
Fortunately, I already had a house.