Embarrassing Moments

[jeff_is_smiling]

Back in high school...I was on the wrestling team. After a quick meeting in the locker room at the first match we all headed out to the gym in a single file line. This was important to me because I had put my glasses in my locker and without them I was basically blind as a bat. So...to have someone in front of me was a good thing...until I tripped over the edge of the wrestling mat and did a great...out where everyone could see...faceplant right into the mat. And of course everyone behind me was able to escape the calamity and just move around me so that I could bask in the sole enjoyment of a moment of embarrassment...not to mention the comments after the match about how the mat should have been awarded best take down of the night.

The GREAT news is that, most likely, had that happened recently it would have been captured on someone's cell phone and you'd have been an instant youtube success! Need to think positively in those moments...nice story...

 

[jeff_is_smiling]

Embarrassing story about me (yet again)...

I was at one of the Smithsonian museums a few years ago (Natural History I think it was)...anyways, my GF and I were just starting to get hungry, but it wasn't lunch time yet. It was maybe 10:15-ish (Thank GOD), so we went to snack area and each bought a HUGE cookie. Mine was chocolate chip as I remember.

Normally, eating a cookie would not be the start to an embarrassing moment for most people. I, on the other hand, can turn simple things into calamities effortlessly - as you shall see.

So, I had just stuffed about a pound of cookie dough into my face - chewing merrily - when the unthinkable started happening. I got this incredibly sudden, overpowering urge to sneeze.

This wasn't one of those long, drawn-out moments where everyone around you knows that you are about to sneeze. This was the sneezing equivalent of Pearl Harbor - it came out of nowhere.

My face is half stuffed with cookie dough and I am facing my girlfriend. She was unknowingly seated maybe, at most, 3 feet from the launch point of what was surely to be one of THE most explosive sneezes in modern history. I had a split second to determine what to do. If I tried to turn my head, she would get cookie shrapnel sprayed over her body. If I did nothing, she would get the full force blast in the face.

So, I decided to actually cover my face with the hand without cookie remnants in it. It took all of my natural cheeta reflexes to manage to position my hand perfectly just in time for the big event.

If I slowed down the memory in slow motion, you would have seen the following:

1. The initial blast rivaled the blast at Hiroshima. Frightening in it's sheer power. It was about as loud as well.

2. My girlfriend's look of sheer terror at the sudden, enormous sound that came from my mouth.

3. The initial blast particles hitting my right palm a instant later. My plan to save my GF would appear to be working well at this point. Then it all went terribly wrong.

4. The force of the blast (who knew partially chewed cookie dough had such weight to it when sneezed?) caused the particles to bounce off my palm - redirecting their force and fury towards my own face.

5. The force was so great, that over 90% of the entire mess re-directed a 2nd time - starting with my palm to my face, then off my face at an angle to the inside of both lenses of my glasses.

6. Instantly, I could not see out of either lens due to the rather large quantity of dripping, ooozing cookie dough which liberally coated my glasses. I had a large amount of cookie dough coating my face, but the majority coated the inside of my glasses.

7. My GF look of horror turned to mirth as she recognized I had somehow sneezed pounds of cookie dough onto my glasses in a manner not seen before by mankind. She knew she was watching history in the making.

I looked like a cookie dough racoon around my eyes...sheesh...

 

[Cinner]

I'm too embarrassed to tell you about my embarassing moments, but I thought that this thread needed a bump... expecially since out of the corner of one eye I saw that it was called Embarrassing Moments and out of the corner of my other eye I saw that Jeff_is_Smiling.

 

[DallasDonna]

Saturday before Christmas, at a left turn into a major mall parking lot, a car in front of me just wouldn't go. Wanted a mile clearance, y'no? So I saw an opening and quickly took it.

Yea! Got in... to the wrong lane- the exit lane, and I was soon blocked in by other cars going the 'right' direction. That took a while...

 

[LadyVer]

Saturday before Christmas, at a left turn into a major mall parking lot, a car in front of me just wouldn't go. Wanted a mile clearance, y'no? So I saw an opening and quickly took it.

Yea! Got in... to the wrong lane- the exit lane, and I was soon blocked in by other cars going the 'right' direction. That took a while...

...

 

[sunshinegirl05]

Told someone who from LIT once that they had better be nice to me cause I was the only person who that loved them... Yeah umm it was just a saying but can you saw awkward moment

You know, you didn't have to tell everyone that story.

 

[Azuldrgon]

My daughter gave my wife a present this past Christmas morning. She saved her money and got her mommy an MP3 player. My wife was surprised prior to the kids opening their presents. As the kids opened theirs...my daughter opened up her MP3 player. My wife's line was "Looks like we all got one." prior to realizing that I have yet to open a present. I still pick on her regarding that.

 

[kimbalee]

Well... it started out a beautiful morning. It had all the makings of a bright and sunny, birds happily chirping, awesome summer day. My parents' usually loud and chaotic house was empty save for me and my then bf ("B," now my husband) who had stayed over the night before. I was working two jobs at the time, so for the forces to all align giving me a day off from both jobs, my bf there with me, and no one around was even more precious.

Of course I didn't check to make sure no one was home... the house was silent which NEVER happened. I quetly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him sleeping so soundly beside me, and being the awesome gf that I was, went to brush my teeth so when I kissed him good morning I didn't subject him to dragon breath.

I walked the length of the balcony glancing over just checking to see that I haven't missed someone down there. Looking to the sky lights in the vaulted ceiling and using them as a mirror, I saw nothing in the glare on them. I continued from my room to the bathroom, brushed, and went back to my bedroom leaving the door wide open. I slid back under the sheets snuggling up to him and waking him with a kiss which quickly heated up and then traveled further south. He was not shy in encouraging me to continue, talking to me all the while. I, being such an incredibly awesome gf, proceeded to be very enthusiastic and ummm... especially slurpy making as much noise as I wanted.

After about 5 minutes, I pause thinking I might have heard something in the kitchen which is directly below my bedroom. It sort of sounded like a coffee cup being set on the table, but no one was home, right? So I dismissed it. Approximately 10 seconds later, I hear in an elevated voice, plain as day... from my Mother... "Close the door, please!"

Oh good gawd!!! I think everyone here knows how easily I blush... I was completely mortified. Worse yet... to leave the house, I have to go downstairs, past the kitchen... and my poor mother. lol B was laughing hysterically when I blanched and turned first ghostly white and then 87 and a half shades of red. So, the worst part is yet to come... I'll have to face my mother if I want to leave the house any time that gorgeous summer day.

That encounter was all kinds of awkwardness... B was all chipper, happy-go-lucky and offered my mom a greeting of, "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" with a shit-eating grin as he casually reached into the fridge for the milk and sat down to have cereal at the table with my mom. She kept her nose buried in her Good Housekeeping magazine and lit yet another cigarette, looking like she'd rather be drinking something much stronger than her morning coffee. The two of us briefly locked eyes and then quickly looked away.

It was never mentioned again and I think I might have scarred her for life.

And, sadly... much like Jeff & Sky... I got a million of 'em.

 

[Sammael Bard]

On the first day of my boarding school,

I was pretty nervous and didn't know the areas well enough.

Ambled around aimlessly for a while before settling into a classroom, without checking out the brass plate above the entry door.

Kids gave me the wierdest look and snigger amongst themselves.

Teacher enters class and starts bombarding me with Lgebra, as I seem to have been "absent" for a long time.

My jaws must've practically bounced off the floor at the virgin sight of the strange equations.

Teacher told me to Get out of the class.

I get out and noticed the brass plate.

Realize I'm sitting in a classroom 2 grades senior.

I ran like never before and bunk the class for the whole day.

Still feel stupid for that day.

Friends called me 'Einstein' for a year straight.

 

[SuddenStop]

Ok, I think like a few others, this thread was made for me.

Out of college I had gotten a dream job as a paid assistant to the VP of the company. Within 6 months the President called me and said he had a special project he would like to discuss with me. He then goes on to say that his schedule is completely full for months but he would like to take me and a couple of the board members to lunch so I could meet all of them and we could discuss what he had planned right away. I was about to burst I was so excited! The President of the company noticed me! So on our way into the restaurant I am right beside him (walking proud as a peacock) and the board members are behind us as we walk up a long set of concrete stairs. Just as he is saying to the board members what a huge impression I have made, WHAM! I catch my heel and go face first to the ground. My knees are scraped up, my elbow is bleeding and trust me, it was not a graceful fall that I just jumped up from and laughed off.

Another time was in high school when we were hiking with family and I said I had to pee. Of course they all said to find a tree. I put it off and put it off and finally gave in. Not being overly experienced with peeing outside, I was trying to find the best place to do this without being seen and exposing myself to the world. Right as I started going, here comes a group of very cute extreme hiker type guys (rugged looking and gorgeous) who got a direct view of me peeing. One of them winked at me and I thought I would going to pass out from embarrassment.

 

[dutchrain]

Thank you, Soulful, for bumping and adding to this thread. I had a delightful (yeah! It does happen to others as well!) grin on my face and giggled a few times as well.

It would be the party of all parties. We, eight friends, male and females, had decided to throw a party to celebrate our diplomas. Each would invite 25 people beside our classes, which would get a group-invitation. We had the location for free, all the booze, non-alcoholics and food against net purchase (one of the friend's father owned a big restaurant) and a friend of a friend was a DJ who would play for free.

The party was big success. 260 people. All had fun. The number of 25 friends had shown to be a little problematic to fill though. Since we had invited 52 people as a group, which already contained most of the friends most of us had, most of us hadn't only invited siblings but also, like I, some cousins.

At one point the DJ announced: "AAAAAnd NOW for Reeeeen, from Miiiiike, IIIII Juust Caaaalled to Saayy III Looovveee YOouuuu from Steeevieee Wooondeer! (I was young then!) I craned my neck, interrupted the important discussion I had with a friend of a friend or a cousin of a friend to look out for Big Mike (my secret crush) who had finished the year before. He was already clinging to a girl and wasn't looking out for me at all ... Suddenly someone tipped me on my shoulder and a voice whispered in my ear:

"See you later? I'll share your sleeping bag with you?" (The last question mark wasn't really there though.) Little Mike, a class below us. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and he kind of belonged to our clique. I nodded, and continued to discuss momentousnesses with the friend of a friend or the cousin of a friend.

After most people had left and those who would clean up the next morning draped their sleeping bags all over the place, I succeeded to claim a private spot on the stage behind the curtain. Little Mike joined me soon and we had fun. A few times.

Somewhere late in the afternoon I arrived home tired after a great party, not too much sleep, cleaning up and riding home on my bicycle (eleven kilometers!) and dropped down on the sofa beside my sister who had to leave the party at 23.00 because she was only eighteen at the time and our parents deemed that a decent time to leave a party for her then and there, even if it was the big party of her sister.

"And? How was it? Did you like the song our (I come from a place where family gets 'our' before their names) Mike requested for you?"

Baffled I asked her what song our Mike, my second eldest cousin, two years her senior and two minor to me, had asked for.

"Well, he asked what you would like, and I told him you play "I Just Called" all the time (Not true! It was on a cassette-tape a friend had made for me, in the middle of Queen and Stones songs, and I ask myself now what I didn't get then) and so he asked for that. Did you like it?"

Until today she doesn't know what happened because of her advice and I still ask myself if Little Mike thought I had asked for that song myself. maybe the most embarrassing thing of it all: I never heard of him again ...

 

[HellBenttoo]

A few years ago I was working as a motorcycle safety instructor. Had a class out on the range and had explained to them that we were going to do a particular maneuver. Hopped on my bike, took off to demonstrate. Swerved through the cones, nailed the u-turn and returned to the group where I stopped and promptly fell over. I forgot to put my feet down when I stopped.

 

[jeff_is_smiling]

It goes without saying that I have yet ANOTHER story of embarrassment....this time when I was first made a supervisor. My job? To streamline work processes and eventually go paperless. Only I worked in a union company...and I was suddenly also assigned as supervisor for the clerical staff in my group - who didn't know about my plans yet.

I decided I needed an initial meeting with the ladies - 6 of them - so I could give them my vision of how their job responsibilities would be changing. I was pretty nervous. I had never been a supervisor before, and this first meeting was important.

Also, there was one VERY opinionated woman in that group that held sway with the others. if she was irritated, THEY were irritated. if she was grumpy, THEY were grumpy. It was going to be important that somehow I get her to buy in.

The morning started off easily enough. The clerks were actually looking forward to the meeting. They had heard there were major changes in the works and they wanted to know what all the hub bub was about.

I sat in a couch near the only door. The woman I need to get on my side, Barbara, sat in another couch across the room from me. The meeting started pleasantly, but eventually I had to get to the most politically charged aspect of the changes. This was THE point when I needed to convince her the most. I couldn't afford to have a scene, and I had no real, "Plan B" if she objected. I started getting more nervous as the moment arrived.

As soon as I finished that portion of the discussion, Barbara shot me a look....winced a bit, then stood up and started walking towards the door right next to me. She was walking out! I wasn't sure what I needed to say, but something had to be done before she went past me. My mind raced with options.

Then she stopped right in front of me.....

...and looked at me......

...then knelt down a bit and reached to my pant leg....

....and slowly, but continuously, pulled out a Cling-Free laundry sheet that had been unceremoniously dangling away in my pants leg unnoticed by me. SHE noticed it, and after an excruciatingly long period of time, she said,

"That thing has been bugging me for as long as the meeting has been going on...." - and she held up the offending sheet for all to see as she said that.

The room erupted with laughter...I had totally lost all control of the meeting...and all I could say was, "Meeting's over."

 

[Leigh81]

Getting asked out during high school and always saying no because it was forbidden with my family.

L

 

[LadyVer]

Glad to see this thread has revived.

My most recent embarrassing moment was at work. A much younger man was putting some product into a carrier I had set aside. When I noticed, without thinking, I said: "So you're doing me?" He looked at me funny and then I thought about what I said, but I was too embarrassed to correct myself. And others were listening in. I just got my product and got the hell out of there.

 

[Sammael Bard]

Okay, sample this.

I was about 12 years old when Mom asked me to buy some green bell peppers from the nearby food market.

I went to the market, started taking the samples in my hand and examined it with the audacity of a world famous food critic.

"It's hollow." I said and moved on to the next stall.

I did this for the next few stalls, until an older gentleman(who nearly yelled out at me) pointed out to me that bell peppers ARE hollow.

I have never been so embarassed.

I turned around and ran back home at full speed, without the bell peppers of course

 

[Lord Pmann]

When I tried to login to Rainshine's account and realised she'd finally gotten tired of my lame impersonating act!

That's right....outSHINED!

 

[jacktar48]

This didn't happen to me, (obviously) but it overhearing the account was fairly embarrassing in itself.

One of my aunts was telling the other women about her recent visit to the gynecologist. She had to sit in the waiting room for quite awhile, and it was warm, and..she was nervous that she might not be entirely "fresh."

So just before she went in to the exam room, she slipped a wadded kleenex out of her purse and surreptitiously blotted herself.

The doctor came in, bent over to get a good look and stood up again immediately, holding a small slip of paper between his fingers.

"Do you save Green Stamps?" he asked, offering her a 2-inch strip of them.