Dreaming of Foam

I experience persistent left armpit deodorant failure, so approached the high school reunion with trepidation.

It's not just the left armpit problem. Social events exhaust my inner hermit. The drive to the venue was long enough to explore a variety of excuses. Up to the moment I arrived and exited the car, there was still a chance I'd bail. Most people scoff when I say this because my past and current activities/job suggest that I am a well-adjusted extrovert. It's a ruse. I feel deeply awkward and uncomfortable in large milling groups.

Here's a short list of excuses overcome:
1. I have a lot to do at home
2. I have changed (aged/gained weight) since I was in high school
3. I have a sore throat coming on (my husband, a teacher, actually has had a sore throat for a couple of weeks)
4. It's hot out and the garden needs my attention
5. It's been years (decades) since I saw the people in my high school class, why reconnect now?
6. It's a gorgeous fall weekend and I could go hiking instead
7. I'm tired
8. I forgot my toothbrush
9. I don't know what "California Casual" (the dress code for the event) means
10. I didn't get around to washing the car
11. I should wash the windows at the house
12. Work might need me

But, I love hearing peoples' stories and that's why I didn't turn around.