Laughter is good medicine. I think we could all use a little more of it right now. Can you laugh at yourself? Is there a self-deprecating story that you can share to give us all a chuckle? When I think about the embarrassing things that have happened to me, the first thing that comes to mind is the light post in Cayucos with my name on it. Tommy and I had taken a road trip along the coast and stopped in the little beach town for some lunch. We had enjoyed a beverage, maybe two, at the Old Cayucos Tavern. It is a historic place built in 1906, and if you visit Cayucos, it’s a must-see. However, they don’t serve food. We ventured across the street to a quaint-looking little restaurant. I don’t know what I was looking at behind me, but when I turned around, I ran smack-dab into a light post. It wasn’t one of those cute little numbers that are only three inches around and have adorable lanterns hanging from them. It was a full-fledged foot wide metal job. When I swung my head around, I smacked my forehead against it at full-force. I’m not exaggerating when I say that the pole reverberated. This particular pole was situated right across from the restaurant’s HUGE picture window. I was sure that everyone in the building heard the thump of my head on that pole and was now looking at me. Before Tommy could get the words out, “Are you okay?” I told him to just keep walking. I didn’t want to stop and draw any more attention to myself than I already had. To say that I was mortified would be an understatement. I can’t remember if we ate at the restaurant with the picture window or if I made Tommy take me somewhere else. I do remember sitting across from my husband at the table, my head pounding, and actually feeling the lump developing between my eyes. The look on Tommy’s face was filled with worry. He was concerned about my health, but I could tell that he was trying very hard not to laugh. I started to picture what my “run in” must have looked like, and I wanted to laugh too. I told him that I was okay, but I was going to need some aspirin and I gave him the all-clear on a knee-slapping chuckle. I laughed along with him, despite the pounding going on behind my eyes. Then I reached up and felt the protuberance on my forehead. I immediately excused myself to go to the restroom and see how bad I looked. Let’s just say we had a hasty lunch with me keeping my head down and staring only at my food. The incident took place in 1998, but parts of it I remember like it was yesterday. For over 22 years, anytime we run into something, almost run into something, or see someone else do so, we both have a chuckle. We always ponder if the light post still has my faceprint on it. People are funny. If we can’t laugh at ourselves, we will be miserable. If you have a story to share, please put it in the comments. We could all use a good laugh right about now.