The first transpired at a small, country church in Kentucky, where a former Christian icon who had "fallen from grace" was performing for the first time after years out of the spotlight.
He had cancelled our pre-concert interview at the last minute, so I was standing in the back of the church with my photographer. In the middle of his intimate show, he pointed me out, turned on the house lights, and asked me a few questions in front of his audience.
I considered it a green light to chat. So I asked my photographer to start rolling.
I walked toward the stage, answered his questions, and proceeded to ask the singer a few questions in return.
I then raced back to the station to turn the story for our 11pm news that night.
I thought it was a positive, lovely piece about his humbling journey back to sincere and genuine worship.
Apparently, he thought it was negative and cruel.
The next day his manager called my station managers and lambasted me for "ambushing him in the middle of his concert."
That was not at all what happened, but I still feel awful about it--especially since I was, and still am, a HUGE fan of his powerful voice.
My second fail happened when I was so star-struck interviewing actress Meg Ryan, she actually kicked me out of the interview. I was trying so hard to act cool, I ended up asking the most insulting questions. I didn't mean to; they just came out all wrong!
So perhaps the dude who sat behind me at my kids' basketball last week didn't mean to ask me the rudest questions ever.
"Do you make a lot of money?"
"Do you get a bunch of CBS stock, 'cause it's doing really well."
"Did your husband make a lot of money when he played in the NBA?"
I actually considered answering the latter with: "Are you actually a grown-up? I usually only hear that question from first graders." Or I could've sarcastically replied, "Yeah. We're loaded."
Instead, I replied honestly with: "No. He only played a couple of years before he got hurt. NBA salaries back then are nothing like they are now."
His follow-up comment to that was icing on the cake.
"So you're poor?!" he exclaimed, incredulously.
Perhaps he was trying to be funny? I remained silent. And I couldn't wait to recount the conversation to my husband and son later.
I guess I should give this dude the benefit of the doubt and trust his gaffs were bad attempts at humor. Or perhaps he, too, was just "trying to act cool," sitting amongst three women at a boys' basketball game. (And let me tell you, the girlfriend sitting next to me is stunningly beautiful. If I were a man, I'm sure I'd be a bumbling fool too.)
It all puts to the test my favorite line from The Lord's Prayer, "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."
Lord knows, I need all the grace I can get.
So rudest dude ever, I forgive you.
Gina & Tracy dish about rude comments and how they've learned to (not) react in this edition of The Real Botox Diaries.