So I went to dinner with a couple who had just returned from their honeymoon (his second marriage and her third) and they went to an island, which sounded wonderful...white beaches, palm trees, great service, the emerald ocean.
And I said, "Show me your pictures."
The wife glanced at her husband and said, "You wouldn't be interested."
"No, I love vacation photos," I said, which is true. I am a great armchair traveler.
The husband shrugged, messed with his phone, and then handed it to me.
I put on my glasses and looked at the first photo. Then I took my glasses off and handed the phone back as my face and ears began to glow Rudolph red while they laughed.
It turns out that my friends are closet nudists.
I've had some awkward moments in my life, but I do think that is a particularly notable one.