Extrcating your self from unwanted situations

Ina

Ina

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Have you ever tried to extricate your self form a embarrassing situation, only for it excell in the wrong way?
Back on "April Fools Day" in 1982, my son ER,(16), was talked into turning an old VW Bug sideways in it's assigned parking space. His leader was my 11 months older half brother. So, it being a Sunday morning, the older lady was not happy. I had never struck him, so we both agreed that ER would drive the lady to and from her church until he went off join the Army. ER said he never allow himself to drink with his uncle again
 

I once had a hard time gracefully extricating myself out of a bathroom. The company I worked for had just built a state of the art new corporate office and warehouse complex. On a Saturday morning, when no one was around the head of my department (who I was good friends with thankfully) took a couple of us on a tour of the new facility.

When we hit the CEO's posh office complete with a bathroom I decided I really needed to initiate it. After all no one was around, who would know? After I finished my business and stepped out of the bathroom, guess who was standing there in his office?

Yup, the CEO..talk about red faced! On the way home we all had a great laugh at it. Didn't hurt me too much apparently, as I got well promoted through the years.

Well, at least I wasn't sitting behind his desk...
 

Yeah, that one and the one when I walked into the men's room at the airport by accident and saw my corporate boss standing at the urinal.. I was trying to extricate myself once again by backing quietly out. Unfortunately, he spied me just as I had almost made it....I have a thing for bathrooms:confused:
 
Yes, I worked with a bunch of fun loving people...we had lots of very memorable, fun times. They were a bunch of sharp, witty and intelligent people that I enjoyed working with. When I started working there my first day on the job, my immediate supervisor and I showed up in the exact same outfits, right down to the sandals. We became soul mate friends for 35 years until she died.
 
I used to get paid to do extractions.

Maybe I should clarify ... as a bouncer in adult clubs my primary job was to protect the patrons from each other (and occasionally the dancers). The first thing I had to do was to try to separate any parties that were fighting. If it was a solo act - one guy acting up - I had to take him outside so as to have minimal effect on the business. If it was a dancer fighting a customer I had to make two trips - one to the front door and one to the dressing room. Two dancers fighting, separate and isolate.

I called these actions "extractions".

No wonder I never had a weight problem working those places. :rolleyes:
 
In his golden years, my Pop created situations which made me wish I was invisible. I was in my 40's & living alone in Delaware. Pop lived in Philly & would travel to my place & sleep in his mini motorhome.

I came home from work one day to find every single neighbor on my block, on my lawn, in a big crowd at the back end of Pop's van.

As I'm parking my car I spot Pop in the middle of the crowd. His arms were waving. He was yelling. I heard him say "You get over here, & you get over there... and when I count to 3 everybody PULL!"

I could see they all had ahold of some gigantic rope looking thing. I'm wondering 'Are they getting ready to play tug of war?'

I was out of my car now & approaching the crowd. I was close enough to see that what they had looked like a fire-hose. They had all given their best effort and pulled it free. Pop thanked them all & they headed back to their homes.

I turned to Pop & asked "What the hell happened?"

Well he told me some story about taking his van to a car wash & how it only fit in the port to wash trucks. When he was done he discovered he'd gotten the hose stuck to the racks on top of his van. He couldn't free it & there were no attendants to help him, so in a panic he drove off and the hose ripped from the wall.

So he dragged the hose over to my house. Then he knocked on all my neighbors doors begging for their assistance.

My.. oh.. my.. oh.. my. Let me tell you, I couldn't disappear, so instead I avoided my neighbors for a while after that one.
 
Years ago when I was teaching we were using the daily newspaper to help teach reading and comprehension. You would start by going over the headlines on the front page and have students predict what they thought the articles would be about. This particular day we have visitors observing our classes; the state superintendent of schools, the county and area superintendents, and our school principal. That morning they came in to observe my class right before I began the lesson. When I opened the paper that morning, there were 8 articles on the front page. I couldn't believe my luck one of the articles was really not appropriate for young children.

I began the lesson covering 7 of the articles in as much detail as possible. I dragged each one out as long as possible trying to avoid number 8. Well every class has a 'little Johnny' in it. That child who is constantly interrupting you and letting you know if you missed something, or trying to correct you. I skipped number 8 and tried to move on to the next lesson. Johnny's hand shot up and started waving. I tried to ignore him but it was impossible. He started yelling, "but we missed one, we missed one. I don't know what some of the words mean.

I still tried to move on to the next lesson, when I heard snickering and muffled laughter coming from the back of the room. I thought to myself, great what am I going to do now. I turned around to give these students,'the look', only to discover it was our four guests. The headline read, "Penal Implants Help Impotent Males". By now my face was red, but somehow I was able to maintain my composure enough to move on to the next lesson.
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Ina said:
Have you ever tried to extricate your self form a embarrassing situation, only for it excell in the wrong way?
Back on "April Fools Day" in 1982, my son ER,(16), was talked into turning an old VW Bug sideways in it's assigned parking space. His leader was my 11 months older half brother. So, it being a Sunday morning, the older lady was not happy. I had never struck him, so we both agreed that ER would drive the lady to and from her church until he went off join the Army. ER said he never allow himself to drink with his uncle again
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That worked out very well for you, didn't it?:)
 
Judi.D said:
Years ago when I was teaching we were using the daily newspaper to help teach reading and comprehension. You would start by going over the headlines on the front page and have students predict what they thought the articles would be about. This particular day we have visitors observing our classes; the state superintendent of schools, the county and area superintendents, and our school principal. That morning they came in to observe my class right before I began the lesson. When I opened the paper that morning, there were 8 articles on the front page. I couldn't believe my luck one of the articles was really not appropriate for young children.

I began the lesson covering 7 of the articles in as much detail as possible. I drugged each one out as long as possible trying to avoid number 8. Well every class has a 'little Johnny' in it. That child who is constantly interrupting you and letting you know if you missed something, or trying to correct you. I skipped number 8 and tried to move on to the next lesson. Johnny's hand shot up and started waving. I tried to ignore him but it was impossible. He started yelling, "but we missed one, we missed one. I don't know what some of the words mean.

I still tried to move on to the next lesson, when I heard snickering and muffled laughter coming from the back of the room. I thought to myself, great what am I going to do now. I turned around to give these students,'the look', only to discover it was our four guests. The headline read, "Penal Implants Help Impotent Males". By now my face was red, but somehow I was able to maintain my composure enough to move on to the next lesson.
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Good for you in maintaining composure, I would have wanted to go through the floor. LOL
 
Ozarkgal said:
Yeah, that one and the one when I walked into the men's room at the airport by accident and saw my corporate boss standing at the urinal.. I was trying to extricate myself once again by backing quietly out. Unfortunately, he spied me just as I had almost made it....I have a thing for bathrooms:confused:
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I feel your embarrassment on these, OG, but, hey, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. I've experienced the walking in men's bathrooms, same view, and OMG, you want to die of embarrassment.

At a fraternity party, a guy intentionally changed the bathroom signs, so there were lots of laughs that night...seems like 100 yrs ago.
 
Just realized my error where I typed drugged instead of dragged. Of course it could have been a Freudian slip. I sure wished I had some form of chemical assistance to get me through that morning.:)
 
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