Submitted by Susan in Twin Falls, Idaho.
Here’s Susan’s story:
“I am a very dedicated member of the drama department at my school. Being a senior now, I enjoy watching the young sophomores who are forced to go through our “initiation” – Introduction to Theatre class. They are banned from the stage until they complete the class and are forced to perform backstage tasks.
It was my sophomore year, and I was doing just that – I was a crew member for a really boring, really horrible play. The lights went dim and the green, scene transition lights came up. It was time for us backstage sophomores to do our jobs. Everyone runs out and picks up their assigned prop, then scurries off to make way for the next scene. Then everyone realized – someone forgot the giant oriental rug left on the floor.
If you knew my drama teacher, you would have been very, very afraid. One glare from him could land you knee-deep in hellfire and brimstone. Fearing his wrath if the lights came up and the rug was still on the stage, I ran out on my own (because everyone else was paralyzed with fear), quickly rolled up the rug, and hauled the huge thing into my arms. I got two steps before it unrolled out of my grasp and I tripped over it and fell flat on my face.
An audience of at least 200 people cracked up laughing, and I had to stand up and drag the rug off just as the lights came on.
Two years later, and it is still not forgotten, by myself or anyone who was there to witness it. Oh, the humiliation.”