Admit Something Embarassing About Yourself!

hotsauce · Post by **hotsauce** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 9:51 am

I'll go first...

I once fell out of a dressing room (out into the middle of the store) with only a pair of jeans around my ankles. What is your shame? Please share!

BabyRider · Post by **BabyRider** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:04 am

Ooh. We had one of these threads before, and it was GREAT! I'll humiliate myself again, sure:

Out with my guy, playing pool and drinking. (This was in my pre-non-drinking days.) We start to play box, just goofing around. I had quite a buzz on, and thought I was REAL tough. I threw a kick at him, and he caught my foot. I tried to spin out of it on my other foot, while bent at the waist. I didn't realize how close I was to the wall, and connected with it, quite soundly, with my head. I'm told I managed to straighten up, but my eyes rolled back in my head and I went down face-first. Luckily Matt was right there and caught my head before it bounced off the floor.

For a half hour after I came to, I kept asking him if he got the person who hit me. :-5

Bothwell · Post by **Bothwell** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:18 am

Sure I've put this up before but here goes.

When I was a young lad of about 17 I rashly asked the then object of my affections out to dinner. She was from a very wealthy family and I knew I would have to take her somewhere expensive. I duly saved up and booked The Lygon Arms in broadway.

On the night in question duly attired in lavender check (plaid) grey suit, teardrop collar shirt and platform shoes (don't laugh it was the fashion) I picked her up in the old man's car borrowed for the night.

The Lygon is a very old building and has several bars in small rooms dotted around the place, We were having a drink (illegal) in one of these when the maitre D calls us for our table, for some bizarre reason we tried to get through the doorway to the dining room together, as I leapt back to allow her through I dislodged a fire extiguisher from it's stand.

This extinguisher was the old cone shaped water type with a plunger on the bottom, as I dislodged it the damn thing went off. As it started to spin I made a grab for it, they are under incredible pressure and it was all I could do to hold it, I managed to soak most of the diners before heading for the nearest door, this happened to be the ladies rest room, I managed to soak the three occupants before finally shoving the thing down the nearest toilet.

I emerged triumphant and surveyed the scene of my destruction, the young lady in question rang her father to pick her up, she never even let me drive her home !! C'est la vie.

The scene of my nemesiswww.thelygonarms.co.uk

hotsauce · Post by **hotsauce** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:29 am

WHAT GREAT STORIES! I WAS CRYING!

Sorry if this is a repeat thread...I'm new! I want to get to know all of your embarassing moments too! :p

devist8me · Post by **devist8me** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 11:15 am

I could post for hours at this thread alone haha.

Husband and I were in a music store and I had those headphones on that you can use to listen to bits and pieces of a CD your interested in. I don't remember the CD, but it was one of those "sexy" ones, with sexy lyrics and music. Hubby walks up to me right as a part in the song I knew started and I just sang along with it. However, as you've all probably realized now, if you got headphones on, your a lot louder than you would be if you didn't. Like I said, I don't remember exactly what the lyric was I sang, but I do remember he turned on his heel and walked the other way. I followed suit after I realized I was getting stared/giggled at.

abbey · Post by **abbey** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 11:16 am

:yh_rotfl Bothwell, ya prat!...... :wah: :wah:

Philadelphia Eagle · Post by **Philadelphia Eagle** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 11:29 am

This happened in Hong Kong a few years ago. I had flown there for a business meeting on a long overnight flight and arrived somewhat jaded. I was met by our associate there who drove me to my hotel. On the way he explained that he hadn't been able to reserve a room for me at the hotel I normally used but had got one in an equally nice hotel right next door. He also asked me if I minded going straight to a meeting once I had checked in.

I checked in, had a quick freshen up and off we went to the meeting.

It was a lenghty affair and afterwards my colleague insisted on he and I having dinner together. By this time I had been without sleep for around 24 hours.

As soon as dinner was over I made my excuses, left my colleague in the company of some friends he had met and returned to the hotel.

I still had my room key with me and so went straight up to my room which was on the 15th floor.

I was really looking forward to collapsing into bed but try as I might I couldn't get the key to open the door.

Finally in frustration I called down to the front desk from a housephone in the corridor and demanded that someone should come up immediately and open my bedroom door.

A bellboy arrived and, showing him my key, I asked him why on earth it would not fit the bedroom door.

"Because you are in the wrong hotel, sir" he replied.

I then had to go back down in the elevator(with the bellboy who was doing his best not to laugh), across the lobby, out into the street and into the hotel next door where I should have been in the first place trying to maintain some semblance of dignity! :-5 :-5

minks · Post by **minks** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 11:51 am

Oiy ok

In my very way early 20's we were out at our favorite hang out bar that we frequented weekly. I had spotted a newcomer, this gorgeous young male I had never seen before. He was there with some friends and a twin brother. But oddly it was only him that appealed to me. My GF said oh just go ask him to dance so after a few more drinks of courage I did so. He was flattered and said yes, so we preceded to spend the entire nite chatting till closing. And one thing led to another etc. Ok no details there. The next week my GF and I were back of course to the old haunt and I spotted the guy, but of course I was torn because I was not 100% sure if it was him or his brother. But really wanted to go and chat to him again. Part of me said if it was him he would have approached me, part of me said oh heck maybe he didn't like the "one nite stand" and is avoiding me. It was of course a huge dilema, so again a few pints of courage and I thought ok will go over and talk and presume it was the right brother and talk like he was there etc. Oh boy was I mortified when the guy had to get his friend over to...interpret what I was saying, not only was it the wrong brother, the guy was deaf, so not only did I embarass myself with the wrong guy, I had to explain it through a friend. I could have crawled under the flooring right about then.

Porpoise · Post by **Porpoise** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 2:43 pm

This happened a couple of weeks ago. We had just arrived at in Atlanta from Houston. We had a one hour layover there before we caught our next plane to Detroit which was our final destination. We all had to go to the bathroom so we did. Well, I had just flushed and was ready to leave so I tried opening the door. It wouldn't. It was stuck. After several times I started shouting "Help!" I began to wonder if I was going to have to crawl out of the stall. Finally I got the stupid door open. My mom asked what was wrong and I said the door got stuck. It was really embarrassing to have to yell "Help!" knowing that there were all those other people in the bathroom. I felt like such an idiot. This isn't the first time that this has happened. I have a tendency to get stuck in bathroom stalls. This time was the worst though. I really thought I wasn't going to get out.

anastrophe · Post by **anastrophe** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 2:46 pm

BabyRider wrote: Ooh. We had one of these threads before, and it was GREAT! I'll humiliate myself again, sure:

Out with my guy, playing pool and drinking. (This was in my pre-non-drinking days.) We start to play box, just goofing around. I had quite a buzz on, and thought I was REAL tough. I threw a kick at him, and he caught my foot. I tried to spin out of it on my other foot, while bent at the waist. I didn't realize how close I was to the wall, and connected with it, quite soundly, with my head. I'm told I managed to straighten up, but my eyes rolled back in my head and I went down face-first. Luckily Matt was right there and caught my head before it bounced off the floor.

For a half hour after I came to, I kept asking him if he got the person who hit me. :-5

'babyrider! babyrider!! how many fingers am i holding up?'

'thursday?'

:yh_bigsmi

minks · Post by **minks** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 2:47 pm

Porpoise wrote: This happened a couple of weeks ago. We had just arrived at in Atlanta from Houston. We had a one hour layover there before we caught our next plane to Detroit which was our final destination. We all had to go to the bathroom so we did. Well, I had just flushed and was ready to leave so I tried opening the door. It wouldn't. It was stuck. After several times I started shouting "Help!" I began to wonder if I was going to have to crawl out of the stall. Finally I got the stupid door open. My mom asked what was wrong and I said the door got stuck. It was really embarrassing to have to yell "Help!" knowing that there were all those other people in the bathroom. I felt like such an idiot. This isn't the first time that this has happened. I have a tendency to get stuck in bathroom stalls. This time was the worst though. I really thought I wasn't going to get out.

OMG!!! I so have a major phodia of being stuck in a washroom. I think as a kid it happened to me. Same with the flusholaphobia... the fear of a flood when flushing. Hehehehe

babygirl · Post by **babygirl** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 7:58 pm

My most embarassing moment.........when i was 15 i was desperate for the loo but all public toilets were closed,so i had to use a portaloo on a building site (the ones you pay 20p for) so i paid the money the door opened and in i went,after i had washed my hands i pressed the open door button but nothing happened so i kept pressing all the buttons when i heard a noise the next thing i knew the loo started spraying water everywhere to clean ready for the next user. i was locked in and getting covered in water and cleaning fluid i shouted for help until someone opened the door i was pushing that hard that when the door opened i fell over straight into a huge pile of cow poo. To make matters worse all the workers saw me (all young n cute) started laughing then i had to walk 2 miles home as the bus driver would not let me on the bus.

David813 · Post by **David813** » Tue Apr 05, 2005 9:19 pm

I was about 25 and went swimming with a bunch of friends. A gorgeous girl named Cassie was driving us to the pool and back home. After our swimmy afternoon we headed for the car. I was carrying my bag of dry clothes as we all stayed in our swimgear till we got back. I got out at my place, tried my best to be dashing with Cassie and left. Two days later Cassie called ME saying I left something in her car from the day at the pool. I was excited to meet up with her. She pulled out a plastic bag, containing my underwear that must have fell out of my bag. They were....shall we say, soiled. Skidmark City!! They were striped badly. I was MORTIFIED! She laughed and muttered something. I never saw her again and I never wore white underwear again either.

Post by **kensloft** » Wed Apr 06, 2005 12:47 am

Being helpful I went to look for a reference book that was needed. I knew that I had seen it in a pile of books that hadn't been moved downstairs. There were several piles of books that had the covers facing up or down. Started in one pile and worked my way through all the piles. No book. Felt dumb because I was sure that it was there. I knew that I had seen it!

Finally, koan comes into the room and looks at the pile of books and says, "There it is!", reaches over and pulls the book off the top of the pile that I had just been through.

Talk about feeling dumb.

smithy87 · Post by **smithy87** » Wed Apr 06, 2005 1:49 am

On a boozy girlie weekend away in Blackpool, my friends and I were walking along the sea front. My friends thought it would be funny to make me have a donkey ride. Because I'm only small and slim I thought what the hell I'm not too heavy for the donkey and being slightly drunk made my decision a lot easier.

So off I went picked my mule and hopped on. I could hear my mates laughing and giggling along with the group of 6yr olds I was mixing with. The woman leading the donkeys let me off on my own and her instructions were go upto the pier, turn round and come back. Simple...

So off I trot. Half way I got a bit bored, I was going too slow. Of course in my drunken state I obviously thought I was a professional donkey rider. So with that I dug my heels in and pulled on the reins and the donkey started to go a bit faster. And faster. And faster.....As the donkey literally flew down the beach with me wailing and holding on for dear life , the saddle started slipping to the side and so did I. As the donkey did an about turn and started sprinting back all I remember is having one hand touching the sand trying to keep myself off the floor and the other hand still holding onto the reins. At this point I'm shouting hysterically and my grip weakened. I let go and crashed to the sand crying.

My mates came running over laughing so much they couldn't speak, with the tears running down their cheeks. As I stood up, I thought the waves of the sea had got me.

It was then I realised to my horror, I'd pee'd myself whilst trying to do some kind of rodeo on the back of a donkey.

Who knew donkey's could run so fast......? :yh_cowboy

hotsauce · Post by **hotsauce** » Wed Apr 06, 2005 6:49 am

What a hilarious group of people!! You all have great stories! :p

cars · Post by **cars** » Wed Apr 06, 2005 7:29 am

I never used to like to fly in an Airplane. So when I did have to, I would not eat anything for a whole day before the flight. When at the Airport, I would line up about 5 or 6 drinks at the lounge (I'm not a drinker so it really affected me) when they announced "last call" for flight so & so I would gulp down the 6 drinks one right after another. Needless to say, by the time I walked, then stagged the 100 yards to the Plane I was "Plasted". (drunk) I just dropped into the seat!! I was out of it, & never saw the takeoff. I had a "flask" of 100 proof vodka in my shirt pocket, & during the flight every time the plane hit a little turbulance I would take a sip of my "happy potion"! Then I got really silly, as every time the Captain signaled the flight attendents with the cabin bells I would cover my ears, & shake my head from side to side and go "ya-ya ya -ya" I guess pretty loud. As I did not want to hear those bells! Well I must have been pretty bad, cause when we landed, and everyone was getting off before me, they all "staired" at me to see who the crazy guy was!!! By that time (6hrs later) I was sober enough to see their looks!!! FROM THAT DAY ON I NEVER DID THAT AGAIN!!!! :wah:

I fly SOBER!!!! And it's great!!! Live & learn!

Cars :driving: