Whats the most embarrasing thing you've been involved in?

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whisteria

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I had a saturday job working in a DIY store owned by the mother of one of my first girl friends,
all three of us had been told to clean the shelving units and polish the mirrors as the store had a very good class of customers and she prided her self on a clean store
and her daily saying was a clean store brings in a clean class of customer.

The bell above the stores door dinged as the door opened and my girl friends mother walks in "she was full of the joys of spring
As she came up to the counter the owner said in her best voice "Good morning madam how can i help you?"

My girl friends mother said, At last ive got my husband to do something worth while and so i'd like a dill doll rail to fit along my lounge wall while he's in the DIY mood??

The girl friend just slid under the counter, the rest of us tried 'very hard not to burst out laughing and the stores owner !!!!!!! just stood still and said nothing:eek:

(dado rails had just come back in fashion)
 

Not me but my wife.

Booked in for a blow dry she walked into the local salon and said "I've got a three o'clock appointment for a ********"! At the time she was nearer 60 than 50.

Unfortunately it was not just any salon but the training salon of the local education college (where I worked!) and was full of 16 and 17 year old trainees, of both sexes!
 

For me, it was when the elastic on my bikini underwear failed while I was standing in a moving bus in Vancouver. I was very young, absolutely mortified, but picked them up off the floor, put them in my pocket, and pretended nothing had happened. Lol.
 
Hmmm, okay I thought of one I can share.

About 30 yrs ago I had a job where one of my duties was to coordinate/make all the arrangements for large conferences. (Now it would be called Event Planner) The organization held 3 conferences each year, and people throughout the state attended. The first year I had the job the conference was held at a state lodge – we booked the whole place for 3 days/2 nights.

Meetings, lunches, dinners, dancing, drinking….the whole shebang. The big banquet was held on the first night. My boss had arranged for me to sit on the dais with the important people (including a state representative). Boss wanted to commend my work and asked the attendees (about 250 people) to give me a round of applause.

However, prior to the speeches we ate dinner. I’d had a drink or two earlier. I had on a pleated skirt and very high heels…..the banquet was kind of fancy. Well, I remember approaching the dais/platform with my plate of food when suddenly WHOOPS…my butt hit the floor, food flew in all directions, and I was on the floor with my skirt hiked up to my shoulders. :eek1:

Boss and another person helped me up and made sure I was okay, staff came to clean up the mess and bring me another plate……and I wanted to crawl to my car and go home. But I regrouped and the event continued. Needless to say, I didn’t do any dancing that night.
 
I was on my lunch hour and needed to quickly take care of some business at my bank which was the old style bank. Huge, elegant, genuine marble floors, very high cathedral ceiling and ornately carved dark wood everywhere. I hurriedly filled out my deposit slip and spotted an available teller. I started to rush over to her, not noticing what was directly in my path. This was back when smoking in public places was still legal. It was one of those big ornate cannisters filled with sand for people to deposit their cigarette stubs. You guessed it - I knocked that thing right over with a loud crash echoing throughout the entire bank. All eyes were immediately on me and I wanted to die then and there. And, of course, there was sand scattered all over the beautiful marble floor. The security guard was there instantly but fortunately he was a nice man who seemed to feel sorry for me and made a sincere effort to stifle his laughter. :eek:ops1:
 
Glinda said:
I was on my lunch hour and needed to quickly take care of some business at my bank which was the old style bank. Huge, elegant, genuine marble floors, very high cathedral ceiling and ornately carved dark wood everywhere. I hurriedly filled out my deposit slip and spotted an available teller. I started to rush over to her, not noticing what was directly in my path. This was back when smoking in public places was still legal. It was one of those big ornate cannisters filled with sand for people to deposit their cigarette stubs. You guessed it - I knocked that thing right over with a loud crash echoing throughout the entire bank. All eyes were immediately on me and I wanted to die then and there. And, of course, there was sand scattered all over the beautiful marble floor. The security guard was there instantly but fortunately he was a nice man who seemed to feel sorry for me and made a sincere effort to stifle his laughter. :eek:ops1:
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Poor baby!!!!! I can see it now with you standing in a small Sahara desert with a face red as a beet!!
 
I occasionally have very vivid flash backs to incidents in my youth or young adulthood and invariably these involve some embarrassing thing I did or said. When these flash backs occur I just feel mortified....I mean real visceral mortification. And the irony of it is that at the time the incident took place, I didn't recognize my behavior as cringe worthy at all. It was only when the memory was reevaluated by a more mature version of myself that the cringe worthy quality truly became appreciated. My take away from all of this is that in my youth and young adulthood I was a self centered ass hole.
 
Josiah said:
I occasionally have very vivid flash backs to incidents in my youth or young adulthood and invariably these involve some embarrassing thing I did or said. When these flash backs occur I just feel mortified....I mean real visceral mortification. And the irony of it is that at the time the incident took place, I didn't recognize my behavior as cringe worthy at all. It was only when the memory was reevaluated by a more mature version of myself that the cringe worthy quality truly became appreciated.
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I was having lunch with my friend who invited a new friend for me to meet. While waving my hands around while talking, I knocked my drink all over the new friend's lap. Felt like a complete clumsy klutz and was totally mortified.
 
Whisteria said:
[h=2]Whats the most embarrasing thing you've been involved in? [/h]
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I don't think I could relate it here as the statute of limitations hasn't yet expired nor had the gerbils involved reached their majority at the time ...
 
Well thanks to you all for being so honest and giving us all a good laugh,
Im sure a few of us was in your shoes just for a moment and cringed a few times,
well done all who shared those embarrasing times.
 
Remember years ago, when I was a sweet young thing, running down stairs to get to the train. I had my umbrella with me, which I had folded.

Unfortunately, I managed to stick the umbrella between the legs of a man who was also running for the train!

We both tumbled down the stairs in a rather undignified mess.

We both got up, shook ourselves off and ignored the other people who were laughing.
 
Josiah said:
I occasionally have very vivid flash backs to incidents in my youth or young adulthood and invariably these involve some embarrassing thing I did or said. When these flash backs occur I just feel mortified....I mean real visceral mortification. And the irony of it is that at the time the incident took place, I didn't recognize my behavior as cringe worthy at all. It was only when the memory was reevaluated by a more mature version of myself that the cringe worthy quality truly became appreciated. My take away from all of this is that in my youth and young adulthood I was a self centered ass hole.
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Josiah, I can't picture you as an AH.

As a teenager, I was once on the subway when I spotted a friend of mine way down on the other side of the train. I shouted out his name really loudly and everyone on the train turned to look at me including my friend. Except, it wasn't my friend at all, it was a complete stranger. I was so embarassed I got off at the next stop even though it wasn't my destination.
 
AZ Jim said:
Poor baby!!!!! I can see it now with you standing in a small Sahara desert with a face red as a beet!!
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Jim, just an FYI to you and anyone familiar with San Diego, this happened in the 80s at the old San Diego Trust & Savings Bank at the corner of Broadway and 6th in downtown San Diego. It is now a Marriott hotel and, fortunately, Marriott preserved all the original beauty of the bank.
 
About 30 yrs ago, had to go to restroom in Atlanta airport. Hurriedly found restroom and ducked inside into first stall. Just sat down and looked over to next stall and saw the ulgiest feet in sandals I had ever seen. It suddenly dawned on me that I was in the men's restroom. The next few seconds were the longest time I ever spent. As I regained my composure I decided the only thing I could do was to run as fast as I could for the exit. Not looking anywhere but OUT. I heard the catcalls as I ran.
 
Hi Charlotta,
I was once trying to be cool when i saw these three girls at a bar looking in my direction,
I'd never been in this bar before and as i got off my chair i turned to my friends knowing these girls we're still looking in our direction and as i opened the door to leave i said in a cool way goodnight all and then faced this open broom cubourd and continued to say "good night brush good night mop, good night vacuume cleaner, much to the roaring laughter of all my so called mates and the rest of the pub.
I never did return to that pub ever again.
 
I was thinking about one time when i nearly died of just knowing one man i had working for me,
I'd tried and tried to get into a huge Liverpool store and have them use my services, Introduction letter after letter, phone call after phone call but never any sign they wanted to know me or what i had to offer ,
But one day while i had pulled over to get my daily news paper off a street seller a woman was walking along the pavement (sidewalk) when her heel of her high heeled shoe got jammed in the cracked pavement and the heel ripped off,
She was carrying a large bag,
I rushed over to ask if she was ok and she said she thought she was ok, i offered to give her a lift in my van to her destination,
she seemed a very hard sort of woman one of those very stern people, but she had no chance of getting across the rush hour street to her office on the other side of the city and so in she gets into the van and off i set just a mile away and we arrived at her office ie the top floor of the very store i'd tried to get through the door of for a long time "JOHN LEWIS STORE"

As we arrived around the rear "as directed by her" i was met by a security guard who opened the gate as soon as he was instructed by my "one shoed passenger"
I opened the door to help this lady out but she was half way out anyway so i got her large bag and shoe just then my in-car phone rang and it was the worker i was going to collect pre all this rescue mission and so i told him to meet by the lift at this store as i was picking him up just around the corner from the "JOHN LEWIS" store anyway.

My one shoe passenger was by now feeling a little stiff in one foot and so much to her embarrasment she had to hold on to my shoulder and i had my arm around her waist as we hopped along,
She directed me through the loading bay area and through part of the store's storage area and into an empty lift,
she pressed the button "top staff only floor" Just her and me plus one large bag, no words spoken,
the lift stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened automatic and standing waiting for me was "my worker" as he caught sight of me he joined the four or five ladies and entered the lift last and then pressed the basement button an announced in a loud voice "GOING DOWN LADIES KNICKERS"
I could have killed him
I later delivered the M.D. to her office and she thanked me for my attention and help.
I never did leave my card and never heard any more from the store.
 
I dabbled with Similar Worlds.Thats embarrassing.If you haven't heard of them don't be tempted.
 

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