OT: Embarassing Moments

[sparky2004]

Lets get distracted here and poke some fun at ourselves. I'll go first!


I have had a few really embarrassing moments, but the top rated one is: One morning, a couple of years ago, I had this zit that I got rid of. Well, I grabbed a little bit of tissue and stuck it over the zit to stop the bleeding, and went about my morning routine. I left my place, went to the store, than to the bank, than went to stop by the local firehall to get some information. There were a few firefighters standing out front of the hall. I recognized one of the guys, and started talking with him. He seemed a little distraught.....yet I continued to talk with him. Than he just blutred out "Did you cut yourself shaving?" I had completely forgotten to remove the little bit of tissue stuck to my face over that zit.........

[angel13]

LOL. I have my share of embarrassing moments, but can never remember them to retell! My latest one, that I DO remember, happened a few weeks ago. It wasn't too bad...I was in a big building in the city, on the ground floor...alot of business men hanging around, obviously fresh out of an important conference or something. I was coming out of the elevator, and thought I saw someone I knew- I turned to look over my shoulder, and consequently didn't see where I was going, and walked into one of them- I then stumbled sideways and fell into a leafy potplant!!


I don't know how many people saw, but I sure got out of there fast. Laughed lots afterwards!Edited by: angel13

[mitch04133]

I got a couple, but the most recent one, is when I first started dating Scott, me, him and me sister went to a local bar. This was the first time Scott was meeting my sister, so I was a bit nervous. Well, I don't drink, so I am not sure why this happened, I guess its just cause I am a klutz. Well, we were leaving and we have to go down a flight of staris to leave, my sister was first, then me then Scott behind me. I went tumbling down the stairs, falling all the way down on my butt. It was a crowed Saturday night, eveyone was rushing to me to make sure I was alright, people were laughing, and my ego was so hurt. I was trying so hard to impress Scott, and I felt like such a dumb ass.

[peachfeet]

Oh lordy, lordy, lordy.


Well, a small embarrassing, traumatizing moment was when I was in Biology class in the 10th grade and had to read aloud on a chapter. I forgot what it was about, exactly. All I know is I was reading it fine, however instead of saying: Organisms, I read aloud: "Orgasms." It seemed the class stilled, not a soul breathing. And my teacher flushed and was like: "You mean... organisms..." It took a moment for me to understand what he was talking about, and with the help of my best friend stabbing my ribs with her elbow. I corrected myself sheepishly, and read on. I said "orgasms" the second time around and that was when my teacher advised someone else to read.


However the most embarrassing moments in my life mainly revolved around German class in the9th grade! I'm telling you, that class paralyzed me. It wasn't so much a specific moment, but the whole entire year. I was a little 9th grader in Highschool, often being acknowledged as "Wittle Fweshman". It was mandatory to take a language and considering I'm German I thought it would be essential tounderstand the dialect. Upon doing so I was placed into a class that was entirely devoted to 11th graders - Junior's. I was like the little guppy in a pond of sharks. To make matters exceedingly worse, the teacher somehow found it necessary to place me in the front of the class.


As the months wore on everyone seemed to be comprehending the language without difficulty. I, on the other hand, had not a clue what he was talking about. Everyonewassifting through the booksand Acing the testsyet I was still on chapter 1 trying to decipher the alphabet. My teacher always called on me to answer questions. Always wanted me to do something. I would always blush so furiously because I can feel the eyes of every 11th grader in that class... probing me. No, dissecting me. And to make it forever more worse, I had a crush in that class and each time I was called on, he sneered, enjoying my expense.


German class, 6th period, was the only time I ever wanted to die and diminish in a black abyss. The horror.

[chicajojobe]

Oh peachfeet, I can empathize with that story. When I was in 9th grade
I started out in Geometry instead of Algebra 1, so most of my class was
10th graders (though there were a few other 9th graders).



They were pretty nasty for a while there too. Although I got revenge in
a way because at the end of the first semester I was the only student
in the class who made an A.

[peachfeet]

Same here, Chica!


I was in a special math program in 10th grade, and my teacher taught us Calculus. I recall him doing measurements and asked me a simple question: 20x20? I didn't know it! My mind just erased and I remember making four wrong guesses before someone nearby whispered me the correct answer. [img]smileys/smilies_09.gif[/img]

[x hannah x]

Hmmm... I have had sooo many embarassing moments, its hard to choose the worst one... I'll go with the most recent one instead:


I went to a sleepover at my friends house for her birthdayand there were about 5 of us, we were having a great time and messing around with our hair and watching DVD's and stuff. My friend said it would be a really good game if we did a contest to see who could stay up longest and the person who fell asleep first had to make and serve breakfast to everyone else the next morning. I was pretty sure it would be me cos I can fall asleep very fast with no warning (Did it in a lesson once - physics is incredibly sleep making) and I didn't want it to be because I really can't face eating or even seeing food any time before noon. So I took precautionary (sp?) methods, I picked the itchiest blanket from the pile and put my jumper on on top of my pjs cos I can't sleep when I'm too hot. So we were all watching Moulin Rouge and it was the bit where Nicole Kidman dies which I get so scared watching, so I covered my eyes and hid under the blanket for like a second and the next thing I know, its the next morning and everyone is awake and laughing at me. Turns out my so called friends found it hillarious that apparently in my sleep I had:

<UL>
<LI>Tried to get out of my jumper and ended up with one sleeve off and one on
<LI>Kicked off my blanket and managed to kick my friend in the face
<LI>Muttered things about people inschool</LI>[/list]


They even used a phone to record me snoring. (I had a cold - not my fault) And yes, I did have to make breakfast for all.
Edited by: x hannah x

[hanarky]

I was walking with my boyfriend down a main street in Toronto (here) and
we were all dressed up. We passed some mirrored buildings (downtown)
and as I was checking myself out I walked right into a pole ahahah

[suzy.o]

OH NO! One of my embarrasing moments was when I was in a nightclub with a load of us, one who i fancied at that time,long time ago, In my day we were 80s dressers, big shoulder pads on dresses, stilletto shoes etc, anyway, a tune came on that I wanted to dance to so I went onto the packed out METAL AND VERY WET dance floor, took my highs off and started to dance, OH HELP! As I was dancing complete with a beer glass in hand I felt myself starting to lose my footing on the SLIPPY WET METAL dance floor, I tried my best to stop the inevitabe embarrassment of me falling in front of the lad I fancied but try as I might it was too late, However I diddnt go down without a fight! In my struggle to keep upright,my arms were swinging about accidentally hitting people with my beer glass and soaking them with lager, in other hand I had stilettoes which I took off,my legs were doing 10 to the dozen in my effort to stay stood.it was no good!I went down head first and slid across the SLIPPY WET METAL dance floor knocking people down like skittles as I went. The best part was when I did my major skid, my stiletto heels caught the meta dance floor and my metal heals sparked all the way with me, (Well thats what my friend said) When I was picked up I was horrified to see the other dancers who were in my way laid flat on the floor or picking themselves up. Needless to say I diddnt get a date with the guy I fancied! Beat that then.

[ducky-go-lucky]

Hmm..



I manage to embarrass myself regularly.

Here's one that comes to mind:



My appartment was being repaired last summer (pipes etc.), and the
workers always came to ring my doorbell really early in the morning.

I'm SO not a morningperson, if anything/anyone wakes me up before I'm
ready to, it takes me about 15 minutes to be able to think or talk.



So, this one morning my doorbell rang when I was sleeping, and I crawled to answer the door.

There was this cute workerguy, maybe couple of years older than me.

He said something, but it was like it wasn't Finnish at all, I couldn't understand a word.

So I just stared, with my hair all messed up and my face all puffy.

He said something again, and I just mumbled something and let him into the appartment.



Oh, and I was wearing a night-shirt with Garfield on it, saying "I'm not overweight, I'm undertall". [img]smileys/smilies_09.gif[/img]