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Many years ago, when my son was about 4 or 5 years old, we were holidaying in Norfolk. It was a gorgeous day, very warm, and we were enjoying ourselves on the beach, building castles and damming off streams across the expanse of golden sand. The tide was on it's way in, so we all decided to have a refreshing paddle in the sea.

The depth of water was such, at that time, that we could not do a lot of swimming, but as the tide came in further, the depth of water increased and I was up to my waist. My hubby was having a good swim to and fro, and I was helping my son to get the hang of lying on top of the water and kicking his legs. After a while, he wanted to paddle by himself, so moved away and into shallower water. I stayed in the slightly deeper bit and did a bit of swimming on my own, still keeping my eye on my son though.

After a short while, I realised that I needed to have a pee. The public toilets were quite a long way away, and across a car park. I would need to put sandals on and dry myself off to make the trip. I decided, as the sea was vast, and tidal of course, maybe it would not be too bad if I wee'd where I was. I would move to another area afterwards ! I quickly glanced around and there was nobody within 50 metres of me. Oh the relief :wah:

Suddenly, from a little way behind me at 500 decibels, my son shouted "Mummy, there's yellow water all round you !!!!!!" OMG the shame !!!!! :o I quickly looked around and people who were paddling about 50 metres away were glaring at me!! I moved away from this 'yellow water' and reassured my son that the sea does sometimes have a strange colour. That seemed to satisfy him and he never questioned further, thank goodness. My hubby was well away from us, but he said later that he heard our son shouting about yellow water, and he knew what had happened without asking. I was never allowed to forget that !

I was once rendered red-faced and speechless with embarrassment when I discovered that something I'd posted as a quotation turned out to have been inaccurately worded, does that count?

spot;1285393 wrote: I was once rendered red-faced and speechless with embarrassment when I discovered that something I'd posted as a quotation turned out to have been inaccurately worded, does that count?


Mr. spot, if that is the most embarassing thing to have happened to you in your life, then you are either very lucky, or you are telling porkies ! (chortle, chortle) However, knowing how particular you are about accuracy in all things information, I can imagine that you must have wanted the ground to open, and to swallow you up! (more chortle, chortle) .

One that comes to mind is when I went to the public swimming pool. I did a flip off the diving board and the top of my bikini came off when I landed in the water. At first, when I surfaced, I had no idea this had happened. I swam to the side of the pool to get out and saw people staring at me. I thought that must have been a good dive I did to get this much attention. As I went to climb the stairs out is when I realized I had no top on. There were teenage boys in the pool and they were tossing my top back and forth. I had to swim over and get the attention of the life guard (who was laughing) and ask him to please get my top back. Needless to say, I never went back to the pool after that :wah:

G#Gill;1285390 wrote: Many years ago, when my son was about 4 or 5 years old, we were holidaying in Norfolk. It was a gorgeous day, very warm, and we were enjoying ourselves on the beach, building castles and damming off streams across the expanse of golden sand. The tide was on it's way in, so we all decided to have a refreshing paddle in the sea.

The depth of water was such, at that time, that we could not do a lot of swimming, but as the tide came in further, the depth of water increased and I was up to my waist. My hubby was having a good swim to and fro, and I was helping my son to get the hang of lying on top of the water and kicking his legs. After a while, he wanted to paddle by himself, so moved away and into shallower water. I stayed in the slightly deeper bit and did a bit of swimming on my own, still keeping my eye on my son though.

After a short while, I realised that I needed to have a pee. The public toilets were quite a long way away, and across a car park. I would need to put sandals on and dry myself off to make the trip. I decided, as the sea was vast, and tidal of course, maybe it would not be too bad if I wee'd where I was. I would move to another area afterwards ! I quickly glanced around and there was nobody within 50 metres of me. Oh the relief :wah:

Suddenly, from a little way behind me at 500 decibels, my son shouted "Mummy, there's yellow water all round you !!!!!!" OMG the shame !!!!! :o I quickly looked around and people who were paddling about 50 metres away were glaring at me!! I moved away from this 'yellow water' and reassured my son that the sea does sometimes have a strange colour. That seemed to satisfy him and he never questioned further, thank goodness. My hubby was well away from us, but he said later that he heard our son shouting about yellow water, and he knew what had happened without asking. I was never allowed to forget that !




Oh Gill, I wish I could have been there!:yh_rotfl



you must have been so shocked!:yh_rotfl

spot;1285393 wrote: I was once rendered red-faced and speechless with embarrassment when I discovered that something I'd posted as a quotation turned out to have been inaccurately worded, does that count?




Oh My God !

You must have been horrified.

I hope your world has been right sided and there is no long term trauma.

Blessings Spock.

Some guy was caught in the art book section of our public library, pants down, masturbating. That's all I'm saying.

hoppy;1285528 wrote: Some guy was caught in the art book section of our public library, pants down, masturbating. That's all I'm saying.


Well, at least he showed an appreciation of the Arts.

Zapata;1285547 wrote: Well, at least he showed an appreciation of the Arts.


Lot of the art books got stuck together pages now.:wah:

hoppy;1285528 wrote: Some guy was caught in the art book section of our public library, pants down, masturbating. That's all I'm saying.


:eek:

Odie;1285561 wrote:


Don't get the wrong idea. I turned him in.

Hmmm... OK, I'll bite. When I was very young, a wild friend and I spent one summer night carousing around the streets pulling pranks like turning on fire hydrants and throwing rocks at passing cars.

Well the owners of one such car, teenagers slightly older and bigger than us, took offense to that. All six of them piled out of a car and proceeded to chase us vociferously on foot. Scared to death that we'd get a beating, we ran at full blast up the street and cut between two houses. The way seemed clear, but as we hurtled headlong between the houses, we found that there was an all-but-invisible fence of eight-foot-high chicken wire strung across the way.

We both piled at full speed into it,and I could feel it cutting up my face and hands. Still being chased, and with our pursuers close behind howling for blood, we had no time to lie there and suffer, so we jumped up and ran out into the (now open because the fence had collapsed from the shock) backyard.

All the lights came on at once and a man with a cordless phone began screaming at us from a balcony. We stood riveted to the spot for a second, much like deer in headlights, until he raised the phone and shouted something about "police!" at us, then we looked at each other in horror and took off at a sprint straight ahead to what looked like another darkened backyard.

It was a backyard, all right. But it happened to be about ten feet lower than the one we were in! It only looked level because of the lighting. We sailed right off the edge and crashed head-over-heels to darkness below. Lying there dazed, I suddenly heard barking! Oh No! There was a dog in this yard! And it sounded like a killer! Even though the wind was knocked out of us, we sprang up and, completely fear-crazed by now, dashed for the fence which we managed, with much scraping and tearing of our skin and clothes, to vault over to the street beyond. As I desperately climbed over the fence, hoping that the huge-sounding dog didn't get my foot for dinner, I glanced back to see nothing bigger than a small terrier!

Finally on the next street over, I looked around. We had apparently lost our pursuers. (No wonder!) I looked at my friend. He was muddy. His clothes hung in rags and tatters. He was bloody on his shins and elbows, his hair was standing straight up all over, and his face was a red maze of hexagons! I knew I probably looked worse. We decided we had had enough adventure for the night and since it was 4 am, we wearily trudged home.

The embarrassing part? I had been staying over at his house for the night and we had jumped out the window after hours to go on our 'adventures." When we got back, we learned that his mother had found the window open, had locked it, and was patiently waiting at the front door for us!

Yep.... "grounded for a month" was the verdict.

I have posted my moments before so apologies to those who have already read them.

I have had many in my life but a few stand out more than others.

Being on a train going through countryside and saying loudly 'OH WOW BABY BAA LAMBS', then realising I had no children with me, I was alone on the Gatwick to Brighton Commuter express in rush hour.

Having a sales job promoting a leather massage table in Harrods store London. I managed to fall asleep on it and awoke to a group of bemused Japanese Tourists taking photographs of me.

oscar;1285587 wrote: I have posted my moments before so apologies to those who have already read them.

I have had many in my life but a few stand out more than others.



Being on a train going through countryside and saying loudly 'OH WOW BABY BAA LAMBS', then realising I had no children with me, I was alone on the Gatwick to Brighton Commuter express in rush hour.



Having a sales job promoting a leather massage table in Harrods store London. I managed to fall asleep on it and awoke to a group of bemused Japanese Tourists taking photographs of me.


That sounds about right.

Nomad;1285599 wrote: That sounds about right.


:yh_rotfl that was very naughty nomie !

Nomad;1285599 wrote: That sounds about right.
You can talk Foamie.