Brokeback Mountain: Our Community's Common Bond > The Lighter Side
Tell us your most embarrassing moment.....
Sheyne:
High School: jogging down a hill onto the school oval past a group of guys - one of whom I would love to have impressed. It had been raining. I rolled my ankle on a little hole in the ground, I stumbled most ungraciously, tripped on my own feet and then to add insult to serious injury, I hit a muddy slick and fell face first, sliding with my gym skirt up around my shoulders aaaaaall the way to the bottom of the hill when I landed - still face first, ass in the air - into a puddle of water.
The boys laughed and clapped for over a minute, I'm told. I was utterly mortified and ran for the toilets where I remained for the rest of the day. :laugh: It took me a great many years before I could laugh about it.
ednbarby:
At my first job out of college, a girl I had come to be good friends with sent an email to the entire division of the company in which we worked (about 200 people) announcing that she was moving back to her home town to be closer to her family and taking another job. I meant to respond just to her, but I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize the whole division was copied to it. And I said something to the effect of, "I'll miss our little chats in the bathroom." It took about three months to live that one down.
(Hey, in my defense, email was kind of new concept then - this was 1989 - and I was kind of a dork.)
Katie77:
Cant think of one of my own at the moment...I know there are many but they have slipped my mind..probably filed under "too embarrassing to remember"...but they will pop into my head, and I promise i will share them with you.....
Heres one that happened to my son only the other day....
We own a pet shop and my sons run it, and work in it....Paul sold a labrador puppy to a young lady......she was wearing one of those summer blouses that only have elastic around the top holding it up, no shoulder straps......
Anyway, she was standing at the counter to pay for her puppy, holding it up against her chest, when the puppy got excited and started moving its paws up and down on her....yes you guessed it, he pulled her blouse down, she had her two hands full holding the pup, and there she stood, baring it all.....
My tactful son, didnt know where to look, so like a gentleman, he turned his back to her pretending to move something on the shelf behind him, so she could re-arrange her clothing.........but he had a typical male good old laugh about it after she left......
Katie77:
I got this email today, and thought it appropriate to put in this thread...
(just click on the little link "foot in mouth", and it will come up....its funny)
ednbarby:
I had one of those kid moments just the other night. My husband and son and I went to our favorite Mexican restaurant. We go there/order out from there so often, the waitresses and owner greet us by our first names when we walk in. Will and I were there early waiting for my husband - he had gone to the gym and wanted to run home and change first, so he was going to meet us.
We were sitting in our booth eating some chips and (yummy, yummy fresh-made) salsa, when this very tall older gentleman walked in, dressed to the nines - he looked like a CEO or something - just had that commanding presence. He also had a rather prominent beer belly. Will goes, loudly, "That's a tall man!" I said, "Yes, that's a tall, nice-looking gentleman." Then he says, loudly again, "And a fat man!" It wasn't a question of whether the man heard him - the whole restaurant heard him. This is a very small place - only five booths along the wall, a couple of tables for two at either end, and a bar. I leaned in very close and whispered very quietly, "Honey, it's not nice to call people that." He goes, "What? Fat?" Again very loudly. If we weren't meeting Ed, I'd have taken him out of there. But all I could do was hope he wouldn't say it again, change the subject and move on.
David, I had a similar parking-lot moment once. Last Christmas time, I took Will to the mall near where we live, and on a Sunday (what was I thinking???) to pick up a last-minute gift. I had parked outside the department store I wanted to look for it in, and made careful note of which way my car was facing, etc., going in. We came out, and it was like my car had disappeared. Will and I walked up and down the aisles (which were relatively short, at least), and I got more and more frustrated. The worst part was that this lady was stalking us in her car, trying to get a parking spot because there were none to be found. I kept waving her off, but she wouldn't relent. I finally took Will back in the store, thinking my car was really gone (and wanting to get away from her!). When I went back in the entrance we'd just come out, I realized we came out a different way from how we'd originally gone in. I went to *that* entrance, and lo and behold, there was my car right where I'd left it.
Talk about being an ass.
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