posted on March 16, 2001 04:30:55 PM new
HA!! Caught you! Ok, Zilvy wanted me to start a new NON-combative thread. So everyone gather round, and let's tell each other about OUR MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT!
I'm trying to think of one to start us off. The only one that comes to mind is --
I used to work at a very large law firm (over 65 attorneys). Our computers were all on a network. We had a feature that was called a "DOS message" which was used when we were looking for someone. We could type a one line message that would flash across the bottom of our computer screens. So one day, I typed a message to my friend, Pam, about my boss that said something like "HE IS SUCH A JERK!". But instead of sending it to Pam, I accidentally sent it to EVERYONE. I was mortified!!
posted on March 16, 2001 05:57:03 PM new
Hubby and I and a friend of his were camping out by the river. We wanted to go swimming, but none of had bathing suits, so we hopped right in nekkid. It was a very secluded area, no one else was around, and you just about had to have a four-wheel-drive to get to our camping spot. We were safe. (RIGHT!)
It was a gorgeous day, the water was warm, and I was floating around on my back with my eyes closed and my ears underwater. So peaceful! Let's just say that the song "Islands In The Stream" takes on a whole new meaning ...
All of a sudden, hubby's friend grabs my leg and jerks me underwater! I came up sputtering, and was about to smack him for dunking me, when I glanced up and realized there was a COP standing on the bank!!!
He was a fairly young guy, just a little older than us (we were in our middle 20's at the time), and he SAID he had had a report of someone shooting a gun and was just checking around.
Even though I KNOW he saw me, he didn't say a WORD (but he sure was big-eyed!). It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't left with a great big grin on his face .... I've never been so embarrassed in my life!!!
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posted on March 16, 2001 05:58:09 PM new
I went to the post office to mail a couple of books
with a large piece of Red White and Blue
Priority Mail tape on my ass.
The manager of the post office came over to me and
said, "I see we are mailing you by Priority Mail."
I looked down at my packages thinking that I had
forgotten a label or something while he started
looking at my rear! Well to make a long story
short I was briefly discombobulated until I reached
back there and found the tape!
posted on March 16, 2001 07:54:46 PM new
As a kid I was extremely shy and introverted, I used to watch the ground rather than take a chance of making eye contact with anyone. My mother used to tell me that to be self concious was a form of conceit...the WORLD was NOT watching ME!!
Rush ahead 15 years later...I am now a Senior
Sales Rep. for an International company making a call on the President, CEO and Executives of one of our Major Accounts.
After introducing myself to the group and giving them an overview of my presentation and setting the stage (beautifully done I must say) I open my briefcase which is Upside Down and everything slides out and scatters all over the floor.
I must maintain my composure this is a big account and a lot is riding (dollar wise) on all my research & presentation...cannot afford to get rattled.
As I am scooping up all my disheveled papers the thought runs through my mind Probably nobody noticed..THE WORLD IS NOT WATCHING ME!Even tho my knees were knocking I made it through our initial meeting.
Happy ending within 6 months I closed the single largest international sale in my company.
posted on March 16, 2001 09:55:02 PM new
More than just one embarrassing moment occurs to me. A few have happened right here.
I've been embarrassed twice while riding my motorcycle. In both cases I was nearly killed, but since I wasn't, I feel they qualify as embarrassments. I'll share the least harrowing of the two.
About 20 years ago a friend and I decided to cruise through upper NY State. The Adirondacks and Finger Lakes regions are great motorcycle country. Somewhere in the vicinity of Watertown, New York there's a very nice road that parallels the St. Lawrence River. It's in rolling hill country spotted with cornfields.
I thought it was a nice place for a photo so I turned around in my saddle to snap a picture of my buddy on his bike. The road was straight and riding backwards was something I'd often done. As I was snapping off some shots my friend began to wave his arms. I thought he was mugging for the camera. I saw the yellow dividing line pass under my wheels and realized the road was turning without me.
I leaned into the curve but I overcompensated and went on to the shoulder. I couldn't regain control in time so my only recourse was to lay the bike down and ride out a slide and crash. I got on top of the bike as it slid sideways into a cornfield at about 50 mph. The corn was ripe and ready for harvest. The ears of corn slammed into me like punches.
I cut a swath about 25 yards long before the bike and I shuddered to stop in the soft ground. I rolled off the bike, righted it, and then pushed it back onto the road. I picked up my gear that was scattered through the field and bungeed it back in place. Nothing was broken on the bike and I only had a few minor cuts. There was a large buttock shaped dent on the gas tank and a corresponding bruise on me. The bike started right up and I rode on.
I seldom tell people this story but my friend tells it all the time.
posted on March 17, 2001 07:05:26 AM new
My most embarrassing moment happened while a junior in high school.
It was a private boarding school that at it's peak in the '50s had probably no more than 500 kids in grades 1-12. Therefore, there were very few secrets. Everyone knew that I had big feet (size 10 was big for females at that time) and one of my nicknames from some of the guys was "Feet". I took teasing very well, because it was never done with malice.
Even had a teacher who use to kid me with, "You would have been 6 feet taller if you wouldn't have had so much turned under". (That one really cracked me up.)
Now, at this school you did not have a choice of whether you wanted to attend a function or not. Attending sports events, concerts, church, etc. was a requirement by all the students and staff. No excuses.
I was very involved in the music department, as a singer and piano and organ accompaniest on the difficult pieces. During the annual spring concerts, I would commit a piano solo to memory and perform it about midway through the concert. That particular year, I had chosen the very exciting and passionate, "Maleguena".
The solo this time was scheduled after a piece in which I was singing. That meant I had to leave the stage, walk down a few steps, which were on the opposite side of the piano's location, and walk across the floor to the piano.
Unfortunately, for me, that is where the floodlights were located.
Yep, tripped over the lights.
There I was. Me, in my short gown and spike heels, flying across the floor, arms flapping, trying desperately to keep myself from falling flat on my face.
Well, that was just too much for the kids. At the risk of being disciplined, they just couldn't help themselves and broke out in laughter. All I could think of was "Feet".
Once I composed myself and reached the piano, I sat down and took a few deep breaths. With determination, I thought to myself, "Well, I might have big feet, but I'll show them I can play this piano".
posted on March 17, 2001 12:12:38 PM new
When I was a teenager there was this cute guy who lived up the road.I lived in the country on a hill and the ditches were very deep.While riding my bike past his house one day I noticed that he was sitting outside watching me.So while I was busy watching him watching me I was'nt watching where I was going and drove my bike right into the ditch.As I was climbing out and pulling my bike out I noticed "cute guy"rolling around laughing on his front step.I rode home embarassed.
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posted on March 17, 2001 06:22:02 PM new
Oh god, these moments are awful! Probably the worst embarassment of my life was as a sixteen year old when my boyfriend and I had stayed out too late because he had just gotten his first car. We were both good kids with loving(read overprotective) parents and it wasn't like us to stay out past our curfew, but um, things got 'carried away' with necking and what-all in the new car....Anyway, when he walked me to my front door at 3 am (after sitting in his car in front of my house since 11 pm) the front door flew open and my mother charged out, followed by HIS mom AND dad! Apparently Mom called his parents at midnight, who were worried and drove 5 miles over to our house because they were afraid that since he was a new driver, we might have been in a car wreck or something. They had all been waiting around for three hours for us. Geez. Talk about wanting to disappear right into a hole in the ground. That was the last time I missed my curfew, for sure....
posted on March 17, 2001 07:26:21 PM new
O.K....the worst experience in my 29 years. I was 13 and just had started to "get to know my body a little better" (hold the snickers and chuckles please) I was alone in the house and Solid Gold was on the tube.(wow, those dancers outfits, whew!!) Anyway, so I decided to take a little more time to get to know my own body. Nekkid, on the couch and in walks my Grandmother.....'nuff said
posted on March 17, 2001 11:46:17 PM new
I dated my husband for about a year before we were married - his bedroom was upstairs and his Mom was really good about flashing the lights before she came up .....
And, we lived there for a few months when we first were married.
Gram used to make funny little comments ...
Anyway, I was young and stupid -- then one day my In Laws had to go out of town so we spent the night at their house - we stayed in Gram's room - and she went to his old room upstairs.
I didn't get much sleep that night ... seeing how I could hear every move she made and every breath she took .....
