Embarrasing, But Amusing
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Whoami | Tuesday, June 25, 2002 - 02:46 am     Well, the purpose here is another lighthearted look at one's self. What have you done/said that was just plain goofy. And of course, your friends/family can never let you live it down. I have two classics I'm famous for: 1. My sister, her girlfriend and I were all looking for the rehersal site of a drum corps when the local contest was in town. One of the competetors was practicing somewhere near us, but we weren't sure of the address. We're driving towards the area we thought they were, and sis is looking at a map. As we cross an intersection, I see one of the corps' busses coming up a side street towards us. I'm trying to say, "look you guys, there's one of thier busses!" But, we are going through the intersection too fast for me to get all that out. So, instead, all I get out is, "Mmmmmmm....BUS!!" 2. I was instructor/director of a small independant competetive winter color guard. In the off season, I'm thinking of recruiting, and how young an age limit I should set for the group. I remembered starting off in the activity when I was 10. But, the maturity level of 10-year-olds is a lot different today than it was when I was ten. I was wondering how mature 10-year-olds were these days. So I turned to my (then) teenage sister and her friends, and asked them, "how old are ten-year-olds these days?" I'll never forget the look I got from them! And, in fact, just this past Saturday, when we were discussing where to put the new treadmill, I called it a windmill about 5 times! I'm sure they'll never let me live that down now too! |
Rissa | Tuesday, June 25, 2002 - 07:34 am     I trip over my tongue so often that I have lost count but my favorite is one of my husband's. We had been dating about a year and a half, had become engaged and were having one of those cutesy conversations about the home we would live in. Hubby was telling me he wanted a gaz-A-bow in the yard and seeing how he is British, I didn't automatically clue in that it was anything besides a weird British slang term for something. I must have made him repeat the freaking word a dozen times. He was getting soooo frustrated that a University graduate had no idea what a Gaz-A-bow was, literally hopping up and down and his face getting red. Finally I asked him to draw it..... a GAZEBO (Gaz-EE-bo)!!!!!! I came pretty close to laughing myself into wet pants and 17 years later I still tease him about it. |
Urgrace | Tuesday, June 25, 2002 - 02:56 pm     Have to include my dh's: Intendo = Nintendo and TNNN = TNN He started calling them the wrong name and never could correct it! |
Wargod | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 01:34 am     I would love to trip over my tongue! Nope, instead I trip over my feet....constantly. All the time! It's such a common occurance that my family rarely comments on it. Except for the one time when I was 14. My grandmother took us to Morro Bay, Ca for vacation. My sister, my aunt, her, and me were walking down a very crowded street and I tripped off a curb that was about an inch and a half high...sigh. The sad thing was, they kept walking and never looked back. Poor horribly embarrassed me was laying on the ground, stunned and bleeding, and I had to pick myself up and run to catch up with the family. My sister still reminds me of that, LOL. |
Whoami | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 01:40 am     How sad Wargod! They should have at least helped you back up! I remember walking down the sidewalk in a semi-small town. I slipped on the ice and went down hard on my knee. That pretty much ticked off my knee, and it was deciding whether it would let me get back up on it or not. I figured in the meantime, I'd get up with the other leg, but the foot on that leg decided it didn't want to do all the work itself, so it went into a major cramp, and back down I went! So, there I was flopping and rolling around on the sidewalk while everyone walked by and gave me a very wide berth. I must have looked contagious or something! |
Wargod | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 02:02 am     I'm not laughing Who, cuz I can just imagine that! |
Whoami | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 02:12 am     Oh, but it was funny! After I finally got up, I had to work real hard at not cackling to myself. I could just imagine the police showing up to haul me away. If I'd busted out laughing, who knows what they would have thought? |
Wargod | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 02:20 am     Ok, that part is funny, LOL. I fall and trip so often that I just can't laugh at others. I've made an entire art out of how quickly and unobtrusively I can get back up! |
Whoami | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 02:35 am     My mom and I did a classic teamwork stunt one time. We had just gotten off the bus, and were crossing a sort of busy street. It was two lanes in one direction (north), a left turn lane, and two lanes in the other direction (south). There was no light, and very seldom was the left turn lane used. So, we had it down to an art, that we'd cross the northbound lanes when they cleared, then stand near the double yellow lines separating the left turn lane from the southbound lanes. When the southbound lanes cleared, we crossed the rest of the way. One day, we were in the middle spot waiting for the southbound lanes to clear. I saw a clear spot, and leaned forward to take a step. At the same time, a car came buzzing around the corner of a side street and filled up the clear space, so I leaned back. My mom saw the car, and saw me leaning forward, and grabbed the back of my jacket to pull me back. Of course, I was already leaning back again, so what Mom really did was pull me off my feet and on to my back. There I was, in the middle of the street, on my back, my legs in the air (she yanked HARD), and cars coming. So Mom JUMPS in front of my body, in a kind of Incredible Hulk pose (imagine a tall skinny woman in that kind of pose), facing the cars that are coming. Of course, we all know that a determined 100 pound woman could easily stop a 2000 pound car if it meant protecting her child (I was in my 30's, but....). I'm also rolling around in the seldom used left turn lane, so I probably wasn't in any real danger, but.... The cars slow down to a stop, I get back up, and we scurry as fast as we can the rest of the way across the street. I can only imagine what was going on in those poor drivers' minds. By the time I was back up, we are both laughing so hard we can hardly see straight. I bet we were quite a sight! |
Christina | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 04:33 am     Couple of friends of mine, along with a small (cranky) child, had decided to go to the laundromat. It was one of the hottest days, 3 women , and child, lots, of laundry between us. We lived in an apartment building, lots of stairs. We didnt have a car at the time, so needed a cab. We hauled baskets, garbage bags and soap, softener down all the stairs. It was probably nap time for the little one, she was sooooo busy. We waited 45 minutes for the cab. We were all so upset by the wait and even more cranky than the little one. When Heather says, the one who called the cab, can call them back and give them an earfull. No one moved....NO ONE CALLED THE CAB!!. We always remind ourselves of this every time we see each other for a good giggle. |
Urgrace | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 08:21 am     War, Who, and Christina - tripping over things is my life long bane AND that's how I first got my name GRACE! LOL |
Marysafan | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:01 am     When I was a young bride of nineteen, my US NAVY husband was transferred to Norfolk, Virginia. We were both born and raised in the Upper Pennisula of Michigan, so to say we were both a bit naive is a HUGE understantement. To make matters worse, I looked the part ...think Sally Fields in the Flying Nun, bangs and all. One day, I decided to venture downtown to familiarize myself with my new "hometown"... going from store to store browsing ...window shopping...just getting a "feel" for the place. If you visit the "Library" section of this website you know that I have a life long passion for books. I LOVE book stores and can spend all day in one. So when the sign said "Adult Book store"...I didn't give a second thought as I wasn't in the market for children's books anyway. So boldly, I entered. I didn't get four feet inside the door when this guy starts yelling at me from behind the counter...."What do you want! Why are you in here!" "I just came to browse, I answered startled by his attack. "You can't be in here! No women are allowed in here. You must leave right now!", he shouted back at me. Before I knew it he was out from behind the counter and physically escorting me out the front door. I was steamed! Why couldn't I be in there! It said "Adult" bookstore...and I was an adult darn it! That night when I told my hubby what had happened...I was shocked to hear him ...LAUGH! I was pissed! I couldn't understand it. I did nothing wrong...and I had never been thrown out of anyplace in my life! The madder I got...the harder he laughed...until he had tears in his eyes and was holding his sides...and of course the more he laughed...the madder I got! When he could finally explain to me ...where I was...I was mortified! He took a great deal of pleasure in telling that to the guys on the ship and I took a lot of teasing about it! |
Whit4you | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:38 am     Awesome thread - I'll tell you one of my son's most embarrassing moments, since I intented to keep telling people this until he's oh at least 60 (unless he buys me a new house) He's 21 - he rents the other unit of my duplex from me. He's not exactly brilliant. He bought himself 4 blacklight posters, you know the posters made out of PAPER?? Paper. He decides to hang them up - finds 16 nails and hangs them up. All proud of himself he asks me to come take a look. Want to know what size nails he used? They call them 16 penny nails. They are about the size of the following line ===========================\ ===========================/ He put a total of 16 of THESE nails in my walls to hang up four PAPER, yes PAPER! posters. I had him remove all 16 nails and now save them to put in the walls of the first home HE buys. I also have shown them to oh every visitor he's had in the year since he did it, always good for a laugh there. I was not laughing AT the time he did it but I'm getting a good laugh at his expense in showing them to every visitor he has - PS he now knows what a tumb tack is! |
Cozysnatch | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:44 am     Well, I'm a newbie poster (I was a dedicated lurker last year), so what better way to introduce myself than with an embarrassing story. A good friend and I were playing scrabble, and it was pretty intense. She started spelling a word and she was so s-l-o-w, carefully choosing her letters. 'B' was the first letter...than came an 'O'...than another 'O'...in my head I'm trying to figure out what word she is spelling BOO BOO BOO I keep repeating. She finally puts down her last letter...'K' and for some reason I can't fathom this 4 letter word. I start laughing my head off, 'BOO'k (and I'm pronouncing it like BOO from a ghost with a 'k' at the end), what in the world is a 'BOO'k? She looked at me like I had 3 heads and suggested I hit the library, then she burst out laughing. It finally clicked in with me, the proverbial light bulb , and then I couldn't stop laughing. To this day, neither one of us can say the word 'book' like a normal person. |
Urgrace | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:26 am     Cozy, I wish I could send you a bouquet (pronounced boo-k) for that laugh, anyway here's one rose for ya ---<---<--@ Love your stories Whit and Mary! giggle |
Teddybear | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:36 am     That was great Cozy! Here's one my boss told me... no names, she'd kill me!! One Saturday she came up to work on some stuff. She was about to leave so she sent an email sending what she had been working on and said if anyone needed her she was leaving and to call her on her cell. So she types the number and you know sometimes you get a little confused about your own number so she says she is going to call it and make sure its the right one. So, she does. Her cell phone starts ringing. Well, she immediatley hangs up the phone to answer her cell phone. When she picks it up it says One Missed Call and it lists the work number. She gets confused and is like Who Is Calling Me From Here?? There was one other person there since it was Saturday so she walks over to his office and asks him if he tried to call her, he says No and she walks back to her office confused. Well, she decides Ok, Forget It, I'll Just Get Back To Work. When she does, she sees her unfinished email and it dawns on her what happened. I cracked up laughing when she told me that story, she was rather embarassed. |
Cozysnatch | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:56 am     Thanks for the rose LOL URGRACE, now I'm going to start mispronouncing 'bouquet' too LOL Teddy, your poor bosses story had me rolling. I could just see me doing something like that...as a matter of fact, here's another one. I used to work shift work, monitoring our computer systems. This involved paging people in the middle of the night for emergencies. I paged this one guy at 2:30 in the morning requesting him to call asap. The problem, I put my HOME phone number instead of the work number. Fortunately, he figured it out and called work but I took major ribbing for that one. |
Teddybear | Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 12:02 pm     I bet that looked like a booty call at 2:30 in the morning cozy!! |
Hootyhoot | Friday, June 28, 2002 - 12:16 pm     Eight women friends away for three days in a resort area ... lots of talking, eating, shopping, catching up on all our stories ... it's a great group of friends. So, we're in a Dollar Store, checking out the bargains. In the toy department, they have some plastic hammers that when you hit something with them, they go Woooga woooga woooga! Naturally, we're all hitting each other with them, and somehow it just gets funnier and funnier. Wooga wooga wooga! One of the group is laughing so hard she has to squat down to keep from wetting her pants. This is when the cashier (a woman our age) leans over and says, Would you like some newspaper, dear? |
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