Originally Posted By MomofPrincess I don't know if this has been posted here before, so if it has, please forgive me! I was just thinking it'd be fun to post embarrassing moments from our pasts. God knows I have had more than my share of them. For starters, I'll share what I now lovingly refer to as my Mrs. Magoo story. Let me explain. First of all, I'm pretty blind. And vain. Well, in high school, that wasn't a good combination. I had glasses, but I would only wear them in class, to read sheet music, or to drive. The rest of the time, I stumbled around blind as a bat. I got good at recognizing my friends by the way they walked and/or their posture. Seriously. Okay, so anyway, I was in the high school chamber orchestra, and we were asked to play at some sort of grand opening party for the top businessmen in town. I got to the party, all decked out in my long, black orchestra gown, trying to look mature and put together. (Keep in mind, my glasses were neatly tucked away in my purse. God forbid someone see them ON me!) I was about 17. I walked in, and the place was PACKED. It was a black tie event, so everyone was dressed to the nines, drinking champagne, and eating fancy hors d'eouvres. Very hoity-toity. I was extremely shy back then (my, how I've changed!) and wanted nothing more than to get back to orchestra section and have a seat. So, I start walking through the crowd and all of a sudden I get to this woman who is smack dab right in front of me, only a few inches away. We don't make eye contact, but I say, "Oh! Excuse me!" and quickly move to the right. SHE moves to the right at the same time! "Ha-ha! *nervous laugh* Excuse me!" I say again. We both move to the left. Then, almost in a panic at this point, we both move to the right again! This is getting embarrassing, and she's not saying A WORD!!! I was worried I was really ticking her off. What a snob! So, one last time, as I'm about to break into a full-out anxiety-ridden sweat, I say, "Gosh, EXCUSE ME, I am VERY sorry!" and we move the same direction again. I laugh a nervous laugh and look up to finally make eye contact with this dreaded woman, who is still not speaking to me or excusing herself in any way. I realize she's dressed just like me. Upon further inspection, I realize she's dressed just like me because - OH MY GAWD - she IS ME! I have been dancing back and forth with my reflection in a mirrored PILLAR!!!!!!! I seriously contemplated suicide at that point, especially once I realized that a small group of people were now turned looking at me, giving me these pitiful looks over their snobby little glasses of champagne! Instead, I scurried over to the orchestra area, PUT ON MY GLASSES, and didn't say a word to anyone the entire evening. It took me a good five years before I could even tell that story to anyone. Thank God I am a different person NOW than I was THEN! And moreso, thank you GOD for CONTACT LENSES!!!!
Originally Posted By MomofPrincess ^ Okay, 2nd most embarrassing moment. Posting this here for the world to see and no one joining in on the sharing.... even 2.5 long hours later. LOL!
Originally Posted By alexbook It's okay, MoP, here's a bunch of stupid stuff LPers have done: <a href="http://mb.laughingplace.com/default.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-77737" target="_blank">http://mb.laughingplace.com/de fault.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-77737</a>
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter ROFL @ MoP's story!! That is classic! I have posted a couple of my most embarrassing moments several years ago, but when I get the time (tomorrow probably) I will type them out again so that you don't feel alone, MoP. And if it's any consolation to you, mine were far, far more embarrassing than yours. ;-)
Originally Posted By alexbook I'm not even going to try to list all the stupid things I did and said on Sunday during the various meets. I almost didn't show up on Monday for the big meet.
Originally Posted By MomofPrincess Oh, alexbook, you seem like you're so hard on yourself! And you're such a valued member of this community! I don't think you give yourself enough credit. *hugs* Thank you, PG! I can't wait to read your stories! Thank you for helping me to not feel so alone. ;-)
Originally Posted By MomofPrincess ^ ROFL! Okay, 3rd most embarrassing moment! Posting a thread almost identical to one that was posted here just days ago. D'oh!!! Told you I do stupid things all the time! LOL
Originally Posted By TALL Disney Guy <I don't know if this has been posted here before, so if it has, please forgive me!> It has, by me a year or 2 ago, and I forgive you. ;-) Don't let Alex make ya be too hard on yerself, MoP...IMO I take the "stupid things" thread to be about stupid things where you're not really embarrassed, but just feel really stupid about doin' somethin' or you accidentally offended someone---those kind of angles. Embarrassing moments I love because they're usually in front of witnesses and you don't feel badly, just---embarrassed! lol And that mirrored pillar story? ROFL!!!
Originally Posted By MomofPrincess Thank you, TDG! I appreciate it! >>>And that mirrored pillar story?<<< Unfortunately I have lots more where that came from! LOL My friend Sharon says that, whenever she gets on the topic of embarrassing moments, she always borrows one of MINE because I have "so many." Um, with friends like that... you know the rest! ;-P
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Okay, here we go again. (MomofPrincess, I do hope you are appreciative of the fact that I am revealing, AGAIN, a truly humiliating moment in the Life of Pixie solely to show solidarity with you). ;-P Once upon a time, Mr. Glitter and I lived in a tiny townhouse apartment, in which the one bedroom, our bathroom, and a small laundry room were on the second floor. (Why an 800 sq. foot apartment devoted space to a laundry room is a mystery to me, but I digress. It *was* very cool having our own laundry facilities and our very own washer and dryer after years of using apartment complex laundry rooms. Okay, done digressing now). We had several cats at the time (no, this is not digressing; it is an integral part of the story, so pay attention). The litter box was kept in the laundry room. At the time of The Embarrassing Incident, one of our cats was having a medical issue which resulted in the vet asking us to keep a close eye on. . .um. . . his litter box production. So on the day in question, I had stripped down to take a bath. As I was about to get in the tub, the washer buzzed, indicating end of cycle. So I dashed across the hall into the laundry room to transfer the clothes to the dryer. While I was in there, Oliver (sick kitty) came in to use the litter box. In order to trap him in there so I could do the inspection, I closed the laundry room door with both of us inside. Now, the doorknob had been sticking from time to time, so we had oh so cleverly put a screwdriver inside the laundry room so that if the door jammed while we were inside, we could remove the doorknob and let ourselves out. Or so Mr. Glitter assured me it would work. So to recap thus far, I am naked inside my upstairs laundry room with a cat in the litter box. With the door closed. With the other three cats outside the laundry room door. Doorknob jams. Oliver is screaming to get out. The dryer is heating the tiny room up to sauna level. The only window in the room is one that is sealed so you can't open it. I calmly take out the screwdriver and take the doorknob off. Door is still jammed. There is no way to get it to open. Oliver is still yowling. It's getting hotter. Now the cats on the opposite side of the door have decided they urgently need to use the litter box and are yowling, too. Mr. Glitter will not be home from work for several hours. There is no phone in the laundry room. After mulling over my limited options, I decide to try to attract the attention of a passerby outside the window and scream for them to go get the apartment management to let themselves into my locked apartment and rescue me. (Mercifully, there was a dress shirt of Mr. Glitter's already dry in the laundry room, so I was able to remedy my nudity). After waiting a very long few minutes (getting hotter, cats all still yowling), I spot a neighbor child in the next building come out onto her patio. I bang on the window and shout for the child to get her mother or father. The child stares up at me blankly. I repeat shouted request. Child continues to stare up at my blankly. Finally, I shout, "Can you hear me?!" The kid yells back, "No!" This exchange is repeated a couple of times, and eventually the girl goes in and gets her mother. Mother comes out on the patio, looks nervously up at me, and I repeat the entire thing. Mother stares blankly. I try a couple more times, then yell, "Can you hear me?!" Mother yells, "No!" ROFLMAO!! It was like a bad SNL skit. Finally I manage to convey the situation, and the woman goes off and notifies the apartment leasing agent. She comes and lets herself in the apartment, and I hear a very nervous sounding voice call up the stairs, "Um. . . hello??" I holler that I'm upstairs locked in the laundry room. Leasing agent comes up, opens the door with no difficulty whatsoever as the knob on the outside works just fine, and looks at me with the most unique expression on her face. . .sort of a combination of stunned anxiety and morbid fascination. I'm sure she thought she was going to find some poor woman who'd been locked up by her husband or something. The fact that I was clad only in a man's shirt probably didn't do much to alleviate her discomfort with the entire situation, either. I dimly remember stammering out some garbled attempt at an explanation as to why I was locked semi-naked into my own laundry room, with my cat, in an otherwise unoccupied apartment. Needless to say, Mr. Glitter got an earful when he got home about his brilliant insistence that keeping a screwdriver in the laundry room would solve any door locking incidents. Aye yi yi. Only I could end up in this circumstance--lol. So you see, MomofPrincess? Your mirror dance could have been worse! ;-)
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight ok well, since I'm known for having bubbles for brains to ANYONE who knows me this seems fitting for me.... I went to the airport with my DH to pick up my DD from her trip. We had only been there for about 20 min's and I was plased we had made such excellent time with picking her up and getting out of the baggage claims area and back to our vehicle. We drive out to the exit toll booth and the little gate comes down and I see that the price on the electric meter in front of us reads 11:17 . My DH happens to glance at me and sees a look of shock on my face, but says nothing. The toll booth attendant leans out, * all the while I'm watching this little meter thingy* OMG it changed to 11:18!!! OH NO IT DIDNT!!! I'm NOT paying that kinda money!! Are THEY CRAZY?!?!?!? Im sitting there stewing like a peice of beef in a crockpot over the price of parking for just barely 20 min's!!! My DH seeing me getting hotter by the min and says Whats wrong? .. to wich all the little rubber bands that hold my head together, audibly snaps * PLING, PING, TWING !* and that involuntary eye tick comes back into play... I start ranting away like a lunatic about the price of parking and how they can charge us for JUST SITTING in line waiting to pay our toll..How rediculous that is and they shouldnt be able to do that to people!!!!! Mind you the tollbooth attendant is watching me now and listeing to all this quietly with a look of utter disbelief on his face. ( ok it could have been pity for my DH but I dunno) "OMG 11 dollars and 18 cents how crazy is that??? for 20 dang minutes... I swear this airport will get you anyway they can!!! With that flying out of my mouth my DH pets me on the head softly and says Good Job Punkin, but thats the clock and thats what time it is now, NOT the amount we pay. All I could quietly mutter because I had a knot in my throat from my embarrassment was "oh".
Originally Posted By BlazesOfFire Ohhh those are tooooo funny!! I had a bad bra day while in high school, to say the least, and the underwire decided to pop out and stick in me. It hurt and during that day all I could do was put a pieace of tissue in that one spot to keep it from poking me ( i was by no means 'stuffing'). After school that day I went to my guy friends house to hang out. I was laying on the floor playing a game when i saw his dog running around with, sure enough, a piece of tissue. It was the tissue that WAS in my shirt. My friend started laughing and said his dog went through the garbage sometimes, and went to chase his dog to get it. I didnt know if he was just covering up for me, playing dumb (other people were there too) and he knew or he really didnt know. My worst fear was to have them thinking i "stuffed" if they saw. Either way I was embarrassed.
Originally Posted By MomofPrincess LOL ~ These are great! THANK YOU for sharing your stories (and making me feel not quite so alone)!!!
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb >>>I'm not even going to try to list all the stupid things I did and said on Sunday during the various meets. I almost didn't show up on Monday for the big meet.<<< The only embarrassing thing I can remember you doing was the Pooh ride incident, which although (I'm sure)QUITE embarrassing wasn't really your fault. I think it was a matter of too many large bottomed people trying to squeeze onto a kids ride.
Originally Posted By Sara Tonin Junior high + seagulls in the lunch area=me trying to get seagull poo out of my hair
Originally Posted By Marlin Perkins Ah...so many memories to choose from. This one comes to mind first because a good friend recently shared reasons not to wear tighty whities. Many years ago, I worked for a small business that was owned by a husband and wife. She was very down to earth and good to work for. She was always picking on me and giving me a hard time about something. Anyway, one day, I was bent over a table packaging an order when she came up behind me. She put her hand on my back and before I realized what was going on, she had her other hand on my underwear. She jerked 'em up HARD. Now, I'm not just talking about a wedgie. I'm not even just talking about a Texas-wedgie. She literally ripped the band out of my underwear. To make matters worse, her teenage daughter was also in the room at the time. It became deathly silent in that room with the exception of the rrrrriiiiiiiipppp sound that continued to linger. While it was obviously embarrassing for me, it is the one and only time I think I ever saw her get red in the face from embarrassment. Good times...good times.
Originally Posted By TXDISNEYNERD These are so funny. Thanks for the major bump LS. I can so relate to not wearing glasses in High School. I needed them, but refused to even let my parents know. I can remember watching Star Wars in the theater and having friends read to me the first part. I depended on my friends so much in school as I couldn't read the blackboard.
Originally Posted By A Happy Haunt OMG! ST a few years ago my sister was attacked by a seagull! She kicked it & it died! I bet it was the same one that pooped on you!
