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Post by Twice-Shy on May 3, 2003 9:16:53 GMT -5
I was lying in bed last night and for some reason a story from years ago came into my mind. I used to play soccer for a kids team many years ago and my dad was the team's assistant manager. We played our home games on all allweather pitch. Before or after every game my dad would go to the toilet aganst the brick wall that surrounded the pitch. That used to embarrass me soemthing shocking!
There have been many more embarrassing moments in my life. Once, I wore odd shoes to school. I was sent home to change them. Does anybody have any embarrassing tales to tell?
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Post by cellardoor on May 3, 2003 16:52:40 GMT -5
I was lying in bed last night and for some reason a story from years ago came into my mind. I used to play soccer for a kids team many years ago and my dad was the team's assistant manager. We played our home games on all allweather pitch. Before or after every game my dad would go to the toilet aganst the brick wall that surrounded the pitch. That used to embarrass me soemthing shocking! There have been many more embarrassing moments in my life. Once, I wore odd shoes to school. I was sent home to change them. Does anybody have any embarrassing tales to tell? Embarrassing moments - something i'm really good at it seems. Here are a few... *Being halfway in and halfway out of the school bus when the busdriver closed the doors, and as i was struggling to get my backpack loose before the bus took off, he suddenly released the doors again sending me plunging out headfirst into a hedge; as i extricated myself battered and bleeding from the vegetation i heard the laughter from the other children still on board. *Being on the periphery of a group of people standing outside an auditorium, taking a step forward and not noticing the grate, as my foot and leg (ostensibly reducing my height) disappeared straight down the drain, much to the amusement of the huge crowd gathered waiting for the auditorium to open. *Reversing into the only other car (my employer's vehicle no less, which was stationary and parked at the opposite end of the park) in a huge carpark on my very first day at my very first job. *Riding my bike to another place of employment (located right next to a highschool), misjudging a gutter and crashing into the pavement right in front of a group of less-than-empathetic highschool kids smoking outside the school. *Being asked by my employer for the url of a website i'd shown her, giving it to her and her arriving at a porn site (due to the fact, established much later, she'd typed in one letter incorrectly). Other staff enjoyed the running gag of 'you've got to watch the quiet ones' for weeks afterwards. *Doing a projectile vomit all over the flying padre's cessna (and narrowly missing him) an hour into a turbulent three-hour flight. *Visiting my mother in hospital and having to receive medical attention myself after getting my hand stuck inside the lifting mechanisms of her bed. *Falling from the top to the bottom of a steep flight of stairs during a rainforest school excursion, one consequence of which was spending the rest of the day with half the soil from the rainforest floor attached to the back of my pants as a telltale reminder for those who may have missed the original event. *Getting my fingers stuck inside an automatic door at a shopping centre as a child and store security having to disable the door to get me out and administer first aid. ...and those are just the tip of a very big iceberg. |
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Post by NewOrleansLady on May 4, 2003 0:10:33 GMT -5
I have a wierd imagination and pretty sick sense of humor. I laugh at people when they fall down or do something stupid like that (if they aren't hurt of course). I also think of a lot of "What if" stories in my head where I notice somebody or something and think "what if <insert strange senerio here> were to happen", I usually can't hold back my laughter and when people ask me "what's so funny", I'm too embarassed to explain because it's usually such an off the wall idea.
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Post by NewOrleansLady on May 4, 2003 0:16:05 GMT -5
I have this local bar that I like to hang out in, it's one of those everybody knows everybody places. One night I was feeling really outspoken, I guess, and went up to a girl I hadn't seen in a while and said, "Hey, Beth, I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?" She replied "My name's Emily."  I felt like crawling under a rock! I just told her that she reminded me of somebody else and that persons name just slipped out. |
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Post by cellardoor on May 4, 2003 3:43:06 GMT -5
I have this local bar that I like to hang out in, it's one of those everybody knows everybody places. One night I was feeling really outspoken, I guess, and went up to a girl I hadn't seen in a while and said, "Hey, Beth, I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?" She replied "My name's Emily." I felt like crawling under a rock! I just told her that she reminded me of somebody else and that persons name just slipped out. i was once on the receiving end of a similar situation. A person involved with where i work was somehow inexplicably confused and used to call me by my surname rather than my christian name (i don't even have a surname that sounds like a christian name by the way). i was too embarrassed for both her and me to correct her or point out that she was in fact calling me by my surname. This happened for several months, until a fellow employee heard her say it. She burst out laughing and told the woman that was my surname, not my christian name. i was mortified. The woman didn't even seem affected by the revelation, but i wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, while my colleague continued to laugh long and loud. i completely avoided the woman after that. |
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Post by spitzig on May 4, 2003 4:37:08 GMT -5
i was once on the receiving end of a similar situation. A person involved with where i work was somehow inexplicably confused and used to call me by my surname rather than my christian name (i don't even have a surname that sounds like a christian name by the way). Actually, I'm not clear on why that's embarrassing at all. Surname means last/family name, and Christian name means first/personal name, right? If that's the case, people have regularly called me by both Charles, Charlie, and my last nameintentionally. My last name is pretty unusual, so more clearly identifies me and is a more interesting name I than my first name. I tend to think that's why so many people drifted toward it, anyway. The most embarrassing recent moment I can think of was when I was quoting Bob Saget in "Half Baked". He said "Have you ever sucked (the forum removed this word) for cocaine". We were discussing the fact that apparently his humor is pretty dirty. I said this in front of a bunch of people from a poetry group I attend. About 10-15 people. Apparently, it was a lull in the conversation, because conversation stopped. I thought it was funny, though, and laughingly explained the situation. First, I even put it off as a question, as if I were asking the person I was talking to. On the up side, I found out some guy had been drooling over me. I'm not gay, but I do like compliments, and I don't get hit on that often, so I really like it when I do. |
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Post by cellardoor on May 4, 2003 9:13:08 GMT -5
Actually, I'm not clear on why that's embarrassing at all. Surname means last/family name, and Christian name means first/personal name, right? If that's the case, people have regularly called me by both Charles, Charlie, and Spitzig intentionally. Spitzig is more unusual, so more clearly identifies me and is a more interesting name I than my first name. I tend to think that's why so many people drifted toward it, anyway. It was embarrassing in that it happened in the first place, and was made more excruciating by the fact it happened over a prolonged period, turning into a situation that in my mind was unsalvageable. Calling people by their surnames is traditionally something more likely between males or between friends. This was another female, in a completely professional and formal capacity. She was the wife of a mayor, and would never have intentionally called someone by their surname without preceding it with their title. i was subordinate to her from a perspective of age and social standing, and she treated me as such. The situation was that she mistook my surname for my christian name and proceeded to call me that. i was unable to rectify the mistake during the first instance when i should have, and from then it snowballed. The extremely extroverted nature of the person who eventually pointed out the mistake made it all the worse, due to their hysterical reaction, and the huge deal they made out of it. |
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Post by Twice-Shy on May 4, 2003 13:40:43 GMT -5
I've just remembered a few more. I clattered into a lampost a few years ago after a drunken night out which left me very sore on my forehead and very embarrassed. I also fell for the bloody scratch card trick in the Algarve a few years ago. I was stopped by a rep and I was given a scratch card. I had a winning ticket, they said, and I was whisked away to pick it up.
Little did I know that it was a rotten ploy to try to sell me a time share. My ex-wife gave me some stick for that one!
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Post by Twice-Shy on May 6, 2003 11:24:43 GMT -5
Another embarrassing moment has just come to me. At school one day a teacher asked me to get him a salad bap for his lunch from the nearby bakery. A bap is an Irish round bit of bread. Lovely! Instead of getting him a salad bap I thought he asked for a solid bap. That's what I got him - just a plain bap with no filling. I got stick for that for ages.
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Post by Michael1973 on May 7, 2003 13:42:53 GMT -5
One time in 9th grade, one of my teachers stopped right in the middle of a discussion, stared right in my direction, and began going on about "you're not paying attention, you didn't do the assignment..." in a really unhappy tone. I verbally began defending myself, clueless as to why he was picking on me -- until I realized that he was talking to the kid in front of me. I felt so stupid, but then nobody even acknowledged that I said anything, so who knows???
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Post by spitzig on May 8, 2003 1:05:17 GMT -5
Oh, class. That reminds me of one of my favorite most embarrassing moments. One summer in college, I was working a lot while taking this class. It was at like 9:30, which is a little early. So, I'd always take a Sun-Drop to class with me(very high in caffiene). It was a glass bottle. Well, I'd still fall asleep. One time, the girl in front of me accidentally kicked it over. Empty, but glass, so it was loud. It didn't wake me up, but the professor was alerted to the fact that I was asleep. He did this whisper type thing, sort of like your mother would do to wake you up--"Charlie, wake uh-up...Charlie, wake uh-up...". I didn't, but after a couple times, the girl bumped me to wake me up. She felt bad about it, since she had knocked over the bottle.
He was a VERY strange professor. He was actually my fraternity's advisor for like 20 years, so I heard more than the average student about him. He'd answer the door in his underwear. Then offer to show you his liver scar. In very confined spaces. That's the one that pops to mind.
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Post by Twice-Shy on May 8, 2003 9:13:00 GMT -5
Very funny that one. That reeminds me of another embarrassing moment from my past. I was taking an exam and I was writing away like a busybee. Without thinking, I scratched my nose and a few minutes later blood dripped down and literally splashed all over my answer booklet. Talk about panic! I had to write with one hand whilst I held a tissue up to my nose with the other. The booklet was covered in blood though and I always wondered what the exam markers thought about it. Maybe they thought sore poor guy had slit his wrsts.
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Post by moogle on May 8, 2003 10:28:14 GMT -5
shane, you have an awful lot of embarrassing moments ;D
every time i read this thread, i try to think of one to post, but i think i've put a mental block on all of them.
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Post by spitzig on May 8, 2003 10:43:23 GMT -5
Maybe they thought sore poor guy had slit his wrsts. Maybe they thought it was a threat and gave you a better grade because of it.  |
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Post by urbanspaceman on May 8, 2003 17:52:01 GMT -5
When I was small I inexplicably walked into a bright yellow bin in the middle of a high street and nearly cracked my head open. Very busy street as well. Think I was just a very stupid child. And near the conclusion of a football match at college I lead the breakaway for what would be the winning goal, but just as I was sliding the ball through for an open team-mate I slipped and landed flat on my arse! Quite a few people saw that as well, curses! I was 18 when that happened, so I must be a pretty clumsy adult as well  |
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I felt like crawling under a rock! I just told her that she reminded me of somebody else and that persons name just slipped out.
