A few summers ago, it was the last lesson of the night, so I went out and started warming up as the lesson kids were cooling out. There were still quite a few parents and such around watching.
While I was doing some transitions or something, a wasp flew down the front of my shirt! I freaked out and stopped, then dug around in my shirt trying to get it to fly out... and it stung me!
Everyone was like, what are you doing? It was awkward...
Also, I was at a show with my friend and her coach, who's horse she was riding. He was VERY lazy. It was the last show of the night, and just a fun class called carrot trail, where you lead a horse through a trail course with literally just a carrot. No tack, halter, or anything, they just follow you and the carrot. At the last second she chickened out and said, "you take him! I'll just loose! He'll run away or go to sleep or something." So I was like "SWEEET!", and competed in like, sweat-pants and sneakers... (fun class remember-no points deducted, though frowned on.)
Anyways, we did well, but I still didn't think we placed, so I didn't pay attention to the name callings as we were joking around and such.
Turns out I actually won, and they had called my name for about 10 minutes waiting for me to go collect my prize, and when I finally realized it, and went and got it, they had given it to second place instead. XD