Archive through December 30, 2003
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Archive through December 30, 2003
Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 24, 2003 - 01:26 am     I have lots of embarrassing moments. Like the time a NY theatre usher told me snidely that she'd hold the curtain while I rushed to my seat and then had to get up to use the bathroom immediately--moments before the play was to begin. Gullible innocent that I was, I turned to her and naively replied, "Oh, thank you!" My friends have NEVER let me live that one down. But I think the worst by far happened while I was at work. I was a writer and was sitting with Scott, a Director in the corporation. We were in my office going over some information about a new product launch. (I am happily married, but let me tell you, Scott was an absolute hunk!) That particular winter day, I was wearing an old but still nice-looking 2-piece knit outfit. The skirt had an elastic waist. I had an office, but it was pretty small, so Scott and I were practically head to head. As we talked, I stood up to reach for a file on the far end of my counter. That's when it happened. The elastic on the waistband of my skirt decided at that moment to gave up the fight. My skirt slipped down--all the way to my ankles--and all within inches of Scott's nose! Luckily, I was wearing a nice slip, so nothing could really be seen, but . . . all I could do to get past the moment was to reach down and pull up my skirt--and then, idiot that I was, to continue talking as if nothing had happened. (Of course, that wasn't so true as my complexion gave away: I was a brilliant shade of red!) Scott was a gentleman and, to make me feel better, stammered this reassurance, "I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!" I treated the whole thing as if it were nothing at all. (Scott must have thought I was freakin' nuts not to laugh, or cry, or acknowledge the situation somehow!) We finished our work conversation, but who knows how! I was so embarrassed I just wanted to disappear. But I couldn't. After Scott left my office, I blurted out to my co-workers what had happened. They all felt very sorry for me, but their sorrow was punctuated by uproarious rounds of laughter and teasing! Now, if you are brave, tell me YOUR most embarrassing moment--or moments!!!! Thanks! |
Djgirl | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 10:04 am     August 1, 1998, 7am, Holiday morning... I was living in a two floor apartment with a roommate who rented the top floor off me. We didn't get along, especially since her friends & family called at all hours of the day & night. This was a holiday weekend, but she had to work on the holiday itself. I had a new "friend" over for the night, who was actually sleeping on the couch. It was hot out and I was sleeping in my underwear & nothing else. At around 7am, the phone rang. I hopped out of bed and started hopping into my pajama pants - you know that thing you do when you're trying to move & put your clothes on at the same time?- my ankle decided to give out and on the hop down I managed to break the side of my foot from landing on it. As I fell over, I broke my opposite elbow and nearly conked myself on the head with the iron that flew off the ironing board that was out from the night before. I landed with an awful crash and woke up everyone in the house - never got the phone & it wasn't for me anyway! I was driven to the hospital and sat for hours waiting for x-rays & casts. They casted my leg/foot and as I'm sitting there, a nurse walks in, looks around and leaves. I heard her asking in the hall "Where's the girl that broke her elbow? I have to sling her arm and I can't find her." Then I heard, "Didn't you see the girl in there with the cast on her leg? She's the one you need to see." The nurse walked in looking curiously and asked me how I managed to do this (they thought that I had been thrown down the stairs by my "friend" and had contacted the police). I quite plainly told her "I fell putting on my pants". I finally got people to believe me, but it was quite embarrassing! |
Goddessatlaw | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 01:03 pm     Ummmmm - the time I was being driven down the highway at 70 MPG in my 2-seater Honda by my cousin the major league pitcher (who was wearing his prescription sunglasses at 3:00 a.m. so he could see) while I was sitting on the lap of another major league pitcher trying to tell my cousin where to drive us and hanging out the window throwing up all at the same time might qualify. Let me think . . . no, that couldn't be it because I still got a date out of it. Let me get back to you. |
Goddessatlaw | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 01:22 pm     OK, there was the time last year before MM (Colossus) and I were seriously dating, but he asked me to go to a formal dinner at Christmastime. He showed up all tuxed out, and I was too, and we went and had a totally sober time at his installation. Man, he looked hot - big, tall, dark, handsome. So we swagger into an upscale jazz bar/steakhouse joint that is in full swing - everyone decked out. Manage to squeeze ourselves up to full-length mahogany bar, where the bartender is sure to greet MM and set us up. We manage to snag a few very tightly squeezed seats, and while MM is chatting up a few people sitting next to him, the people next to me leave. So I tell MM we can spread out, I move over a seat and figure he'll just scoot his chair over a bit so I pull the extra seat between us away from the bar - just as MM is starting to put his hiney down onto it. It was the slowest freefall you ever saw in your life - every Hitchcock movie ever made flashed before my eyes, and MM later said he was trying to figure out all the way down how he was going to manage this gracefully. Well, he landed on his back and hockey-rolled out into the center of the room, resting in a position where his wingtips were around his ears and fortunately could also see up the cocktail dresses of a few revellers. The bartender, who looked down over the bar to see where he'd gone, said his tux shirt stayed nicely tucked in, though. Wait, this is supposed to be MY most embarrassing moment? I was embarrassed for doing that to him, but I still got a date (and an engagement) out of it, so it can't be MY most embarrassing moment. Might be his, though. Thinking, thinking ... |
Herckleperckle | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 01:52 pm     I love it. These are great!!!!! Keep it going! Djgirl, you and I must have the same genes. I still sport bruises, cuts and burns from just my own world-class ability to find every corner, slipping point and hot spot in my environment. Goddess, you live in a completely different world than I do. (Nothing so fashionably and dashingly embarrassing in my life.) Your adventures remind me of a James Bond movie scene! This is the closest I can come to your high-life brand of excitement, in that I was dressed to the nines (HP brand 9's, anyway) that night. I was attending my first 'Heart Ball' with my hubby, via the courtesy of my dh's boss at the time, who stood all of 4'5", I think (perhaps exaggerating, but just a bit). I had only had two glasses of champagne, but I had not eaten. I remember answering some comment his boss had made, but BENDING DOWN to his level, as if I were talking to a 3-year old! I vaguely noticed a slow burn travel over his visible flesh. It wasn't until the next day that I fully realized what a faux pas that had been. I was mortified! |
Goddessatlaw | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 02:21 pm     OK, OK, OK - it has since become a tradition that I spill a glass (or pitcher if handy) of water on myself immediately before beginning a jury trial. The first time it happened, though, the jury was out in the hall waiting to be called in for voir dire (jury selection). I spilled a small pitcher of water right down the front of my skirt. The judge asked if I wanted to take a break and go change, but that would have taken over an hour and it wasn't fair to anyone - so I told her I'd just deal. I explained to the jury what happened, and went forward with my questioning, trying to act as if it DIDN'T look as if I'd just whizzed myself. Then the opposing counsel, a very good friend of mine, stood up to question the jury and the first words out of his mouth were "Will you hold it against my client if I fail to prove to you that I'm not incontinent?" LOLOL - I almost died, but it was a damned good laugh nonetheless. |
Mygetaway | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 02:53 pm     A few years ago I was in Mexico with a friend of mine from work. We had had a few drinks, and had met this nice gentleman in the bar. We all decided to go for a walk down the beach. We even hiked up our dresses, and he his trousers, and got our feet/legs wet in the rolling surf. When we were going back up the beach to go into another bar area, we had to step over one of the ropes they have up to keep the beach sellers back.. Somehow I fell over it and my dress ended up over my head... Then I could not get up out of the deep, soft sand. Here's this nice guy, trying with all his might to pull me up but I wasn't moving.. I think it took about 20 minutes until my legs were working again. The worst thing was it wasn't even because I was drunk.. it was just my legs not working right. I was so embarrassed. I was really glad he was leaving that next day so I didn't have to face him again. |
Twiggyish | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 04:56 pm     I've had a lot happen in class over the years. I'm known for being clumsy..LOL |
Texasdeb | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 05:19 pm     Lot's of past stuff - but just recently: 1) Tues. eve b/4 Thanksgiving last month - Sig. other takes me out to one of my fav rest's for dinner (chinese). Well, a couple hrs later something I had eaten didn't sit well & I was hugging the porcellin god. It all happened so fast & I flushed the "god" b/4 cleaning myself up. To my total horror I realized that my partial (2 fronts - from a long ago accident) was now some where in sewer heaven. Yes, I re-lived this the next whole day @ the dentist while they made me a new temporary. 2) Xmas eve: I had to work & was running around on extended energy so I took over the counter sleeping pills & took a shower at 11:30 pm. I have a Lab puppy that is 4 months old & since our house is totally tile I allow her to sleep in when it's cold. Anyway, she had pee-peed on my path to bed & I slipped in it & totally busted my chin & twisted my body in a way that my whole right side feels (even still) that someone beat the sh!t out of me. I pulled every muscle associated with the torso on that side. Sig. other hasn't disowned me - but, he now calls me his accident looking for a place to happen. |
Zachsmom | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 05:59 pm     Are you left handed twiggy? |
Twinkie | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 06:24 pm     I'm a lefty but that had nothing to do with my major embarrassment. Many years ago I went out with my girlfriend to a club that sported a revolving bar. Well, after a few drinks and many dances later, I was asked to dance by this really cute guy. I was trying too hard to impress him with my dancing skills and ended up falling on my butt in the middle of the dance floor. That would have been bad enough but the guy started laughing so hard he couldn't stop. Well, I just wanted to get out of there ASAP. BUT, I couldn't find my seat to get my purse in that revolving bar! ACK! It took me forever to find it and get out of there! I never went back again! |
Herckleperckle | Monday, December 29, 2003 - 09:51 pm     Twiggy, waiting for specifics!!! Djgirl, Goddessatlaw, Mygetaway, Texasdeb and Twinkie, LOL! I am picturing our lives played out on the big screen: Djgirl: Apt scene: Sally Field. Goddess: Courtroom scene: Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson. Goddess: Car scene: Meg Ryan, George Clooney and Kevin Bacon. Goddess: Bar scene: Salma Hyak and Brandon Fraser. HP: Heart Ball: Tracey Ullman and Dustin Hoffman. Mygetaway: Mexican Beach: Mira Sorvino and Colin Farrel. Texasdeb: Pre-Thanksgiving Day bathroom scene: Sandra Bullock Texasdeb: Christmas Eve morning: Renee Zelwegger or Christina Ricci. Twinkie: Diane Lane. |
Wargod | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 12:30 am     Oy, so many embarrassing moments, so little time. We used to have our work Christmas parties at restaurants and a couple of years at work. So it became tradition for those of us who were friends outside of work to continue the party later on at one of the clubs in town. I never, ever dance unless I've been drinking. I'm queen of clumsy and getting up and trying to move my entire body just doesn't work. We're sitting around and a friend of mine asks if I'd like to dance. I'd drunk enough rum to float a ship and decided it'd be fun, lol. We were on the dance floor a full 30 seconds when I don't even trip, I just start going down, LOL. My poor friend reaches out to catch me, and he actually kept me from hitting the floor. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky. He ended up on the floor with a bruise on his butt. Several of our friends come running, laughing, but at least trying to help him up. He was laughing so hard it took a few minutes to actually get him back on his feet. Ever since that party, I've never gotten anyone else to dance with me, lol. Everytime I feel like it, and ask, anyone sitting around finds something else to be doing real quick! |
Mware | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:05 am     I don’t know what gave me the idea that camping was a good idea. I had never been camping, knew nothing about it, and didn’t have time to learn. I was 13 years old, and my new Boy Scout troop was counting on me to join them in the first camping trip of the season. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I agreed to go, not knowing to what misery and mishap I had just consigned myself. Plans were made and set for the troop to meet on Friday afternoon at the leader’s house, where we’d be shuttled over to the campground. Never having been on a camping trip, I had no idea what to pack, nor did I have any of the requisite equipment. Fortunately, I have a cousin who was an Eagle Scout, and he let me borrow his backpack, his air mattress, some cooking and eating utensils, etc. I didn’t want to forget anything, and I didn’t know what I’d need, so I also added a few hundred of my own things to the pack, and by the time it was done, it must have weighed 70 pounds or more. Fast forward to the troop hiking from the parking lot out to the campsites. It was dark in the woods by then, so it was important for us to stay together. Due to the excessive lode I was carrying, though, I found myself falling further and further behind everyone else. We got to a point where there was a footbridge, but it didn’t appear to cover any water – just land. So I decided that while everyone else was going over the bridge, I would go around it and catch up to them on the other side. Which leads to… EMBARRASSING MOMENT #1 As I was walking around the bridge, making best time to catch up to everyone else, I took a step forward…and promptly sank up to the middle of my thigh in mud. Thinking that I might still be able to extricate myself and not let anyone know what had happened, I took a step forward with my right foot. If I could find firm purchase with my right foot, I could try to pull myself out and nobody would need to know. Unfortunately, when I tried to plant my right foot, it, too, sank up to mid-thigh in the mud. Now I was totally immobile and struggling to remain upright with a 70 pound pack hanging off my back. I had to call for help, and when everyone came back for me, I was more than a little embarrassed. We finally made it to the campsite with no further adventure. But my trip of terror was not yet over. When it was time for bed, our assistant troop leader made it known that he had to get up at 7:00 the next morning to leave for the day. He had forgotten that there was no way to know exactly what time it was with no clocks in the woods. Fortunately for him, one of the extraneous items I had packed was an alarm clock! (I don’t know why, I just did, OK?) With that, he asked if I would sleep in his tent so I could set the alarm clock and turn it off for him, if needed. I agreed, which brings us to… EMBARRASSING MOMENT #2 Knowing that the assistant troop leader was going to be leaving the tent at 7:00 am, and not wanting to be awakened by the sunlight streaming into the tent when he did, I went to sleep that night with a hooded sweatshirt on backwards, so that the hood covered my eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night and started to look around, and found that I couldn’t see a thing. I panicked, and began yelling that I was blind and that I needed help! I was shaking my head from side to side and yelling over and over about the fact that I couldn’t see. Others began to come over to the tent to see if I was OK, and eventually, the hood fell off and I could see again. I had to apologize to the others, and was extremely self-conscious for the rest of the weekend. I haven’t been camping since then. |
Fluff | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:26 am     These are hizzelarious! I'm not going to tell my most embarassing moment, but I'll tell my second most embarassing moment.One day, I was walking around the house in nothing but some draws. I knew it was time for the mailman to come, but I didn't feel like putting on anything. I figured no one would notice if I check the mailbox really quick (besides, it's right next to the front door). So, I open the door and as I'm sticking my hand out, getting my mail, I look over and realize that my old geezer neighbor is staring at me from his porch steps with a devilish smile (and my you our houses are connected to each other). I immediately slammed the door, cursed myself, and prayed to God that he'd get Alzheimer's so he wouldn't remember this happening. |
Marysafan | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:39 am     It was February 1972, in Norfolk, VA, my husband was returning from a Caribbean cruise. No, not the fun kind. The kind where Navy ships follow Russian ships around in circles for months on end. I was SO excited that morning, I could hardly contain myself. I got up real early (Yeah...like I slept a wink!) and made sure the house was in perfect order and then waited for the baby to wake up. Oldest daughter was about 10 months old back then. I got her all dressed up in a pretty pink dress and white tights and pretty little white shoes. (Hubby always insisted that I dress her in pink when we took her out because with not much hair, she was often mistaken for a boy). Then I got myself all dolled up. I curled my long shoulder length hair. I wore a pretty flowered blouse and my really cool brown (brown was a cool color back then) bell bottom pants(bell bottoms were cool back then too). And then put on my new funky brown oxford style brown platform shoes. (which were also cool). Before going out in the cold, dreary, gray, rainy weather, I put the baby in her pretty pink nylon hooded (thank goodness) parka and I donned my brown and orange pauncho (Yes it had fringe...but it was cool I'm telling ya!) Okay, it's time to head out to the base to meet the ship. It is the best experience ever! You can actually feel the excitement in the air! I am so excited and happy...oh man! Am I ever happy. I am practically floating on air...emphasis on the practically. I park the car and grab the baby. She isn't walking yet (the lazy little bum) so I had to carry her...good thing she was a skinny little thing all arms and legs or it would have been more of a struggle. We set out for the pier. I am walking along on pavement, taking long loping strides...I am hurrying because I am so excited...but not running because I am way early! I just can't wait to get there! I will be seeing my hubby in less than an hour! All is right with the world, this is the day I have been dreaming of for months...and then...wham! I catch the heel of my shoe in a railroad track! It all happened in slow motion...and I can recall every second of it. All theses sailors rushing about...lots of people...the Navy band playing...lots of ladies all dolled up with children in tow...and the whole scene is askew as I feel myself falling forward. Maternal instincts kick in and I can only think of protecting the baby at all costs. I manage to break my fall with one hand and the opposite knee...at which point...the baby is near the ground and manages to roll free from my body as I hit the ground. Unfortunately, the path baby was rolling led directly into a big mud puddle. Baby is now laying in a mud puddle, her pretty pink parka is wet and covered with mud. She is crying...but fortunately not hurt. My knee hurts and my hand...but I am non the worse for wear except for the mud on my pants (thank goodness they were brown!). I think all is well...not too many people noticed...and all of them strangers, so no harm, no foul. Until one of hubby's friends comes rushing to my side. After he sees we are okay, he tells me what a funny sight it was. Later, he tells EVERYONE on the ship what a funny sight it was...and I become known as the woman who dropped her baby in a mud a puddle! In later years...hubby relates the story to dear daughter who reminds me from time to time of this watershed event in her life...with phrases like..."Well, maybe if I hadn't been dropped into a mud puddle when I was baby..." or "I would have gotten you a nicer Mother's day gift, if only you hadn't dropped me in a mud puddle!" All meant in jest...but none the less, there to remind me! I think the fact that her favorite music group is "Puddle of Mud" is more than just a coincidence. |
Tabbyking | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:47 am     when we were in high school, it was a big deal for the older gals to whip open the outer set of double doors and toss some unlucky person out as they came out of the showers with that teeny tiny hand towel of an excuse for a bath towel...the door was locked from the outside, so you (read this 'tabby') had to run around to the front of the locker room to get back inside. fortunately, the 13th or 14th time i got thrown out, i realized the best place to put that teeny tiny towel was over my head, since it wouldn't cover anything else with much success...except that i had been thrown out so often, the guys coming back from playing basketball would just call, "morning, michaela!" and as i would go back in the front door of the locker room, some idiot p.e. teacher would grab me and ask what the hell i had been doing outside 'again', as if i did it on purpose. and my oldest sister, who was a cheerleader and AFS finalist, and award-winner extraordinaire, would wait until we were at the dinner table and then say, "i heard you went naked outside at school again today!" and then my parents would freak. those weren't my most embarrassing moments, but they were pretty awful! what's funny is that i weighed about 105 pounds at the time, and if i weighed 130 today, i would run down the street naked from sheer joy! |
Tabbyking | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:50 am     lol, marysafan! i was born as the gurney was being wheeled across the street from the doctor's office to the hospital and my mom always called me her 'gutter child'...sigh... |
Goddessatlaw | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:43 am     (Waves frantically at Mware - "Hey, baby, howzit?") These stories are cracking me up, even though I feel terrible for everyone who had insult AND injury all at the same time. The entirety of my Worst Date story could qualify as a most embarrassing moment, but that's four chapters, a few verses and more like a humiliating eternity in time than an embarrassing moment. LOL, you guys. |
Mware | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:44 am     <GAL's Worst Date story will, however, be available in both hardcover and paperback for your Valentine's Day giftgiving needs.> |
Herckleperckle | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:47 am     What fabulous lunchtime entertainment! (I was always a sucker for self-deprecating humor!) Thanks for being such good sports and sharing, everyone! |
Not1worry | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:50 am     One of my more embarassing moments lasted 2 years. When I was stationed in Italy, I had some unexplained bleeding. Being female, I didn't think much of it and just dealt with it. It kept getting worse and worse and by the time I went to sick call, it was kind of too late. They started me on some medicine, but didn't test any further or they'd have realized how bad it was. Anyway, I ended up passing out in the bathroom in the middle of the night, 911, ambulances, etc. I eventually had a little surgery and got better, but I was very ill for a time. Once in the hospital, they monitored me for a day and half. And I do mean monitored. I was too weak to do much for myself and I guess there were no females medics there (small army hospital). So basically everything that came out of my body had to be measured/weighed and recorded. Embarassing enough. But the medic assigned to me was all of about 20 years old and very new to his job. He would get bright red and stutter anytime he had to help me with these tasks. I tried to joke around a little with him, but he would just get more embarassed. For the next 2 years on this small base, it seemed like any time I went to the chow hall, the PX, the movies, anywhere - there he was. I literally ran into him 2-3 times a week. People I wanted to see, couldn't find them for a month. This guy turned up everywhere. We'd both kind of wince and do a half hello. I was afraid when I came back to the States he would get the same orders, but I haven't seen him since. |
Not1worry | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:51 am     Also, embarrassing is that I spelled embarrassing wrong every time in that post. |
Twiggyish | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:55 am     Ok..LOL I've tripped and disconnected the Proxima projector while speaking. All of a sudden I'm flying down and the cord is in front of my foot. I then laugh, plug in the projector (reset it) and continue speaking. There is the one time I ate prunes before class..but that is an entirely different story. I had to excuse myself and run out the door. |
Goddessatlaw | Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 11:13 am     Speaking of which - can we talk trash on our relatives? One of my sisters is an athlete, and developed some coarse habits over those years of knocking around locker rooms - the mildest of which may be the joy she takes in passing gas with such cacaphenous force as to render momentarily insensible all unfortunate enough to be within striking distance. I'm telling you this for a reason. So she just started a job under the direction of a friend of mine, a job she wanted to keep. They were walking through a mall at lunchtime one day, unfortunately one when my sister was having gastrointestinal difficulties. The sister thought she just had to pass gas, and thought she could sneak this by without much ado. WWWEEEELLLL (no, it's not what you think) - instead of passing gas, she crapped her pants right there. Right in front of Sax Fifth Avenue and her boss. Fortunately for her, it was one of the few days she actually wore underwear and slacks. She managed to excuse herself without her boss figuring out what happened (THANK GOD). The funniest part was, she then told everyone in the family what had happened. We all agreed it served her damned right. |
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