posted on June 28, 2001 09:53:00 PM
I am a klutz, so falling or stumbling is not a big deal for me most of the time. I started to think about the falls, food drips and stumbles. Which ones would be the worst? I came up with two.
1. When I was in a 7th grade social studies class we were all asked to read out of the book aloud. I got to read a passage about the Shiite's and I read the whole thing and repeated that word a dozen times, I am sure. No one said anything until after I finished when the teacher told me the correct way to pronounce it over the giggles and snickers of the rest of the class. I finally realized what I had actually been saying. It started with an S and rhymed with bitty.
2. While trying on jeans in a department stores in one of those rooms with just one of those curtains, I fell out with the jeans half on.
What is your most embarrassing moment? Post it, it'll be good for a laugh.
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posted on June 29, 2001 10:22:30 AM
I could probably give you the story of my life and have it summed up as one gigantic embarrassing moment. But I'll try and give embarrassing events in an embarrassing life.
1) I was staying at a nice hotel in Tampa (Harbor View I think) I woke up and when to get breakfast. I'm sitting their reading the paper waiting on the meal and I suddenly looked and noticed the polo emblem on my shirt was on the right side. Nothing to do but just sink low in the chair and wonder what everyone was thinking of me.
2) Waiting to pull out into some heavy traffic a car behind me started blowing their horn. It had been a long day and my dance card was full, I put the car in park and walked back to the horn blowing car. A 100 year old woman had a look of horror when she saw me approaching an apologized saying she was just trying to get her friends attention in the other lane. It was a long walk back to my car.
3) In the hospital some years back I had 3 girlfriends visit me at the same time. They all got along great, I think my doctor was more upset with me than they were, he wasn't into pity like they were. The nurse treated me rather rough and I complained, she said, "you deserve worse." She was probably right.
posted on June 29, 2001 10:18:39 PM
hmmmm....True story:
1) While leaning over the gas pump, filling my tank, one of my breast prostheses popped out...and fell at the feet of a very stunned, very embarassed gentleman.
I picked it up and threw it on the front seat of my van....
2) It happened again a couple weeks ago...during my visit with my Oncologist...He had me lean forward...and PLOP!...He has treated me on and off for 15 years, so...nothing new to him...
3) Years ago, while I lived in England...back in the days when women wore half slips with an elastic band....the elastic broke...there I was, in the middle of Hyde Park, with my slip down around my feet, like a puddle...
I stepped out of it and dumped it in my purse....
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posted on June 30, 2001 04:17:33 AMuaru, no sympathy from me! Too many girlfriends? Sounds like you made up for your embarassment ok in other aspects of your life!
shosh, too funny about the slip, that same thing happened to my gram back in the 40's at a school function. (She was a teacher)... She always had the ability to laugh at herself. I do miss her.
Anyway, here's mine... Back when my first hub and I were newlyweds we decided on a "quickie" before going to the downstairs neighbor's apartment for Easter dinner with her family. After the quickie I freshened up and put my same jeans on and went downstairs. About 15 minutes later, in front of all of her brothers, her mother and dad and her grandmother, she goes...
"Who's panties are THESE???"
I had been so hasty when I got undressed and redressed that I didn't notice that my first pair of panties were still tucked inside my jeans. They had worked their way down through the leg and onto her living room floor. I quickly snatched them up and tucked them into my pocket. That was the last time I was so careless with my clothing!
posted on June 30, 2001 05:08:41 AM
Gosh, I was busy doing this in the get fit thread.
Ok here goes. When I was 13 I was at youth choir. I was just barely a youth so it was embarassing enough just "being". We were sitting on the freshly painted white railing in the pulpit. "Wet paint" signs still up though it was dry. I got up, turned around, and where I was sitting the entire wall was covered with blood. I don't mean a little spot...but more like something from the movie "Carrie" with wide trails running down onto the carpet. No one ever mentioned it and I have no idea who cleaned the wall before church service started.
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Another one. The college years. I had to go to court for a minor parking violation. As I was waiting my turn, I was digging in my purse for the paperwork in absolute fear. The courtroom was rather crowded with others there for much more serious violations. As I was digging, a joint fell out of my purse, rolled across the floor and stopped three rows up in the middle of the aisle behind the court cop's shoe. I got up, made my way out of the row, "Excuse me please. Excuse me, could I get by?", picked it up, and put it back in my purse. The cop turned around just after I picked it up, looked with annoyance at all the evil tatooed gangster people who were dying of laughter, smiled at me, and said nothing. The judge let me off without a parking fine which made all the evil guys give me terribly evil resentful looks. Talk about "Fleeing the scene of the crime!"
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Shosh, that is the funniest thing I have ever heard...only because you can laugh at yourself. NO idea that could happen! Don't they make "pockets" or something?
T
posted on June 30, 2001 06:00:08 AM
Okay I confess -
When I was in the 9th grade, I was wearing tights (red ones) and a dress. I sat next to this boy that I liked. We had the kind of desks that had one arm and they were (as I found out) not very stable. I dropped a book off the one armed side and leaned over to pick it up and fell right on my butt with my legs spread wide in the air almost on his lap. I never even looked at him again and never spoke to him until three years later when he signed my yearbook. He was too much of a gentleman to say anything, but everyone else got a good laugh at my expense.
This next one is similar to sugar's story.
A few years ago, I was running late to pick my up daughter from school and just threw a pair of jeans on that I had worn the night before. After I picked her up I decided to stop at a place that was advertising for a graphic artist. I stood there, in their office, for about 30 minutes talking to various people about the position, including the boss. He hired me and it wasn't until after I left, I noticed a pair of panties sticking out of one of the legs of my jeans. I had felt something, but thought it was my jeans hitting my leg. I was mortified and just knew they had seen them. Maybe he hired me because he thought I would be a "hot mama." LOL!
posted on June 30, 2001 08:38:22 AMjt - I guess it's not really that funny about the blood but I can't stop laughing. OMG!
I was in the middle of a bank once and this was probably 25 yrs ago when they didn't have all those switchback trails. Just a big open room with teller booths along the wall. I was digging around in my purse for something and all these tampax just flew out going every which way. They landed all around me in about a 10 ft range on the floor to my horror.
Had a slip incident once about 6 yrs ago...Had been at a Christmas Party dinner at Harrah's at the VERY high-end steak house. Was meeting many of the folks there for the first time and trying to fit in & have my date be proud. After dinner a group of us were standing around in a circle talking and I happen to catch a glance of my half-slip lying upon the floor around my ankles. I could only hope to God that nobody noticed as I pulled it up as discreetly as possible but I almost died!
Once my house had been broken into while I was gone for a weekend about 20 yrs ago and as I sat in the living room with the cop who was taking the report I caught a glance of the ashtray on the coffee table and there it was big as life a joint resting on the edge of the ashtray between me & the cop. Nothing I could do and, thankfully, he never said a word. Whew!
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posted on June 30, 2001 09:34:50 AM
I have had soooo many "embarrassing moments" I could fill a book, but the two that stand out for me BOTH have to do with "losing my bottoms"!
The first one happened leaving a grocery store. I had my son (who was just a toddler then) on one hip and a very heavy sack of groceries on the other when I felt a pop and suddenly my pants were undone...then I felt the zipper giving.....then I felt the pants start to slide! I didn't know what to do...drop my kid, drop the groceries or walk reeeeal fast hoping to get to the car before it became obvious to everyone I was losing my clothes????? I opted for the last, but I didn't make it! About two feet from my car my pants were down around my knees. I squatted down, set my grociers and child on the ground, stood up and pulled up my pants, grabbed my boy by the hand while holding my pants up with the other and put him in the car and then went back and got the groceries. I tried to act non-chalant about the whole thing, but my face was so red I looked boiled...There were several on-looker who where trying their best not to snicker, but they couldn't hold it in. I didn't go back to that store for several months!
The second was even worse....I had an audience of about 100 people! We were on a canoe trip that was sceduled for two days. Normally I wore a one piece suit, but this time I had on a 2 piece. We approached some rapids and just as we got lined up, a group of novices (waiting for everyone else to go through first) let a canoe get away from them and it came crashing into us. Our canoe tipped and suddenly I was caught between a rock and the canoe and felt the bottom half of my suit slide down from the tremendous force of the water. I was trying to keep my head above water AND the canoe from crushing me AND feeling around my ankles for my suit! Of course, everyone thought I was hurt and a couple of guys jumped in to "rescue" me. When they got to me, I wouldn't let them pull me out because by then I was aware I had NO bottoms around my ankle. They were gone!!! I couldn't stay in the water, the pressure of the water was crushing me, so I finally allowed them to pull me out. There I was being towed to the bank with well over 100 people lined up along the banks "watching" the rescue, "butt naked" as it were! Some kind person ran up to me and gave me a towel to wrap around myself, but I had nothing to put on. Our canoe was smashed and everything in it gone. My partner and I had to hike from the river to the highway (about 3 miles), hitch a ride (with a total stranger of course) to where one of our cars was parked (down river about 20miles), drive BACK to where we put in (to pick up the other car) and I had to do it wearing a towel!!!!! Sure was glad I didn't get stopped for speeding...can you imagine standing on the side of the highway with a DPS tropper wearing a towel????
posted on June 30, 2001 10:33:45 AM
Hiya to you too tomiiiiiiiiii
and Helen and everybody....
This is a cute thread...Thanks, caravaggio
jt...yes, indeed, they do make pockets, but they always end-up a size SMALLER after a couple of washings...and since they need washing everyday....I would end up with postage stamps... Of course, I could have made my own in all those years, but then, I would never have had the pleasure of scaring that poor Gentleman at the gas pump...
My next embarassing moment does not involve me totally...rather..Well, here goes. In 1971, I was waitressing in a nice, plush restaurant, saving my money to open dream Antiques Store (which opened in 1972).
Here walks in a statuesque, beautiful woman, straight out of a Boticelli Painting...Everyone turns to look at her...she smiles, sits down, and I am sent to her table...and as graciously as feasible under the circumstances, I whisper in her ear: "Excuse me, but....your blouse is opned all the way down to the waist...". Very lady-like, she smiled a "thank you" smile and proceeded to unobtrusively button up her blouse...
She is probably still wondering if people were looking at HER or at her...chest...
posted on June 30, 2001 11:55:47 AMZILvy-Believe me, I wear clothes NOW that could withstand a hurricane OR typhoon!!!
I also had an embarrassing moment that had nothing to do with my clothing....
I have a friend who is one of those petite 5'2", 98 pound "cutey-pies" (still) that most men do not seem to be able to resist. In our "single" days, she liked to go out and "party" at least once a month and since I don't drink, she would get me to go with her to be her "driver AND watchdog"!
She is a very skilled manipulater and before I would even realize it, I would be agreeing...."see Jane play, play Jane play"...I tell her that allllll the time and she just shrugs and says "works for me"! We get along so well, 'cause we are total opposites!
Anyway, she would give me "tips" on how to meet guys...(she said I didn't "look" friendly and I didn't smile enough). I noticed this guy standing at the bar and Jane was wanting a glass of water to go with her margarita so she "suggested" I put on some lipstick, walk up to the bar to get the water and then smile real big at the guy and told me it would "work like magic"! So (against my better judgement) I gave it a shot. I put on the lipstick (in the dark), walked to the bar and asked for the water and then looked at the guy and smiled my best smile.....he furrowed his brow, seem to study me for a moment and said "Did you know you have lipstick all over your teeth????" I mumbled thanks, grabbed the water and took it back to Jane and went and hid in the ladies room! I may have failed "Meeting Guys 101", but it was a great "learning experience" in which I discovered I am NOT Jane!
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posted on June 30, 2001 04:01:27 PM
A guy I used to date had his apartment burglarized. He was angry as heck about it.
About two weeks later, after a night of sipping cocktails, he got off the elevator on the floor below his, went to "his" apartment and heard voices inside.
He proceeded to bang on the door in a rage yelling, "I know you're in there!!!!" When the tenant opened the door, he sobered up real quick. The tenant was understanding but nervewracked by the banging.
My BF took the stairs down from then on because he couldn't stand the thought of meeting up with that tenant in the elevator.
posted on June 30, 2001 06:03:48 PM
Wow! I thought that falling out of a dressing room was bad. I think some of you have me beat!
It is a pretty funny thread, Helen
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posted on June 30, 2001 09:25:56 PM
I have one for you. I am very happily married (10 yrs). We have a gardener who does the landscaping and he is "kind on the eyes". My husband teases me about him. Now I have a couple kids and it is not like I even flirt with the guy-- it is just a running joke around here, and it is kind of fun.
One day I was coming out of the apartment to check the mail and I tripped and went flying past the gardener. We are talking the opposite of grace! Husband and I had a great laugh about it later. :0) At the time I was mortified. Why can't I do things like that when there is NO audience.
posted on June 30, 2001 09:32:20 PM
When I was first married my husband and I lived with his parents for awhile. His Mom was very careful to never come upstairs without flashing the hall light and making a major ruckus.
One night after we moved out they went away and we stayed to keep an eye on Gram, who had the bedroom below what was once ours. She decided she would sleep in his old room and we should sleep in hers.
Imagine my face when I heard every move Gram made .... every breath she took ....
posted on June 30, 2001 09:42:00 PM
I was making cold calls in an industrial park, the weather was turning nasty and very windy. Oh well, one more call before going back to the office. I am carrying a 35 lb sample bag, wearing a business suit and sensible heels. In other words lookin smooth and professional. Had some very good results earlier in the day so I am groovin...Pull, tug, yank this heavy door open, huge gust of wind slams it on my ankle and I fall inside...sample bag and upper body are "In the Building" receptionist jumps up and with all her strength against the wind pushes open the door so I can retrieve my ankle. I am in physical and mental pain...but, I pick up on the name of the company (no signs outside just in the reception area) GRACE Chemicals...As I am limping over to a chair I say (remembering you never get a second chance to make a first impression) Soo did I pass the GRACE test? I'd like to speak to the Director of Marketing, please.Made one of my largest sales to this division on my next call seems the receptionist was the daughter of the Marketing Mananger and was really impressed with my courage and sense of humor...you never know who your allies will be!
posted on July 1, 2001 05:53:46 AM
What a great way to start the day...I am not alone!!!
I was born on a Tuesday, and my mom was fond of saying that "Tuesday's child is full of grace" was a crock. I can fall down on flat concrete.
Most embarrassing moment?
Here's the scene: Price Club (like a Sam's Club), Denver, Saturday afternoon. This place was packed! Probably had more people in it than the town I live in now. Had my "smart mommy" purse, long strap, worn across my chest, so I didn't have to juggle it in there. Nick was about 18 mos old. On the way in, husband stops and gets a Mountain Dew. Of course, Nick wants a drink of it, and husband gives it to him, with me arguing that it isn't a good idea. We get through the store - have cart piled high, of course - and get in the shortest line they have, which was about five people long, all with piled up carts.
Nick starts to get fussy. Well, it was nap time, so I pick him up and perch him on my hip while we are waiting.
Only one more cart full in front of us! We are almost there!!!
Nick is squirming and fussing...and then passes an incredible "toot". Only it was no toot...that Mountain Dew is not a good thing to share with an 18 month old. Down his leg, all over me...and worst of all, into my purse, which, of course, I had open with checkbook and membership card all handy to take care of payment!
I thrust the baby at Russ, who was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe, and sent him off with the diaper bag to clean up the poor child. And now, I have to give my membership card to the poor cashier. I cleaned it off with a kleenex I found that wasn't ruined. Then I had to try to find a check in the checkbook that wasn't soggy.
This was not a pretty day. I can laugh about it now, but at the time, it was definitely not funny! 'Course, now, I realize how lucky I am that it happened in Denver, where you wouldn't ever see the same people again...if it had happened here, I'd still be living it down.
It's so interesting how differently people react to unexpected happenings such as the "big spill" that you experienced.
In my case, "I" would be the one laughing and my German husband would
be upset...even though he was left high and dry. Any deviation from the
plan is never humourous to him or his mother as a matter of fact.
I am so happy that he was not along with me when I went to the post office and mailed one hundred and fifty Christmas cards...not in the Mail Deposit Box but in the trash.
posted on July 1, 2001 07:01:18 AM
During a visit to England in 1979 we visited the Tower of London. Lord Mountbatten had just been assassinated & there'd been a lot of bomb scares--the upshot being that everyone going into the Tower had their backpacks & handbags searched. I had a large shoulder bag and when I reached the checkpoint I slung it forward so they could search it... And discovered that a pigeon or perhaps one of those Tower ravens had done a fly-by attack: my bag was *covered* with wet bird crap.
The really interesting ending, though, was that the guard waved me through without searching the bag! As I told friends at the time, if you want to smuggle a bomb in anywhere all you'd have to do is cover the container with bird droppings and no one would try to peek inside...
posted on July 2, 2001 09:49:20 PM
When I was about 11 my cousins and sister and I went to our local swimming pool. The lifeguard was the new coach at the high school who thought he was pretty hot stuff. Posted on the walls surrounding the pool were the usual "No running, no jumping, no pushing" etc signs. Well, we were all having fun and I decided to push my sister in. Sure enough, the hotshot lifeguard loudly called me over (in front of all my friends, etc.) and KICKED ME OUT OF THE POOL. I was mortified! Still ticks me off just thinking about it--as an adult, I realize I hadn't done anything that terrible and he was just on a power trip. The guy still lives in our town and I still don't like him.
posted on July 6, 2001 01:49:16 PM
This is a neat thread and I certainly don't feel so alone in my embarrassment anymore. One of my most embarrassing moments came at my first "real" office job. My new boss had left something at the office, wanting to impress the heck out of her, I agreed to drop it by her house on my way home (though it was WAY out of my way). She warned me that her driveway was very sandy and to be careful, especially since I had a small, lightweight car. No problem. I took the work by, told her she had a great house etc, went to leave, and you guessed it. I was stuck in the sand. For the better part of an hour she and I pushed and pulled trying to get my Prelude out of the sand, finally, her neighbor came home and decided to help us. He got in the car, made a face of disgust, put the car in gear and pulled right out, leaving my boss and I standing there with our mouths open. "How did you do that???" My boss asked. "I took the parking brake off!" was his reply.
I mumbled some kind of apology and alternated between crying and laughing all the way home. To her credit, she never mentioned the incident. But come to think of it, she never asked me to her home again either!
posted on July 7, 2001 07:20:38 PM
When I was about 12 or so, my family went on vacation and we stayed in a nice inn. Problem was, all the rooms looked alike from the outside, so when I came back from the pool I opened what I THOUGHT was the right room door and barged on in. OOPS! Interrupted a couple right in the middle of a hot and heavy session! They jumped up and the woman let out a bloodcurdling scream. I backed out the door in a hurry and went on my way to the correct room posthaste. My mother asked me if I had heard someone scream. I said no. I'm surprised she didn't see my red face!
posted on July 8, 2001 10:53:44 AM
Picture this: 1965, seventh grade math class (yawn). I write a note to my friend telling him I had "fallen head over heels in love" with a girl named Joanne. The math teacher intercepted the note and read it aloud to the whole class. I still turn red thinking about that horrible moment even though it was 36 years ago!
Gerald
"Oh but it's so hard to live by the rules/I never could and still never do."
[ edited by caravaggio on Jun 28, 2001 09:58 PM ]
with ya!
Sounds like you made up for your embarassment ok in other aspects of your life! 
Some kind person ran up to me and gave me a towel to wrap around myself, but I had nothing to put on. Our canoe was smashed and everything in it gone. My partner and I had to hike from the river to the highway (about 3 miles), hitch a ride (with a total stranger of course) to where one of our cars was parked (down river about 20miles), drive BACK to where we put in (to pick up the other car) and I had to do it wearing a towel!!!!! Sure was glad I didn't get stopped for speeding...can you imagine standing on the side of the highway with a DPS tropper wearing a towel???? 
