Embarrassment is...

... when you're standing at the coffee cart on 6th Avenue waiting for your morning joe, and you reach into your purse to grab your wallet so as to have the $1.25 ready when the coffee man reaches through the little window to hand you the cup, and the force with which you grab the wallet dislodges a row of 5 condoms you saw fit to take from that bar on 24th Street at that recent happy hour with your co-workers, because the more condoms you stuffed in your purse, the more they giggled, and now a whole row of said condoms are at your feet in the middle of the street and before you can reach down and pick them up some nice older gentleman does it first, straightens up and hands them to you saying, "I think you dropped your condoms, Miss", and now the coffee man can't stop blushing and you probably will have to find a new place to get your coffee in the morning because facing him again could be tough. And all of this started because you just had to be the funny girl at the office happy hour.