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[CatHerder]

When my first kid was little, I was sent out by the wife to get Woody and Buzz Lightyear figures at a toy store's "Black Friday" sale. The place was a madhouse, but I got there early enough that I got both of the dolls. Buzz was pretty cool. You'd push a button on the back and he'd say "To infinity and beyond!" and other such phrases. Woody was cool too, and would say lines from the movie when you pulled his drawstring.

Anyway, I am in line which wrapped around the interior of the store - it was a small store located in a shopping mall. The bins were getting low and the only dolls I saw in there looked to be the Buzz Lightyear ones.

then it happened...

A very large woman who had just dove into the bin looked at me from across the store, pointed, and shouted "Look! He's got a Woody!!!" She meant the doll, but if you don't know...it's a slang for...umm...when a male is 'excited.'

Anyway, I just wanted to die right then and there, as everyone looked at me. Their shocked expressions soon faded and they turned their heads away to look elsewhere, red-faced. It was truly a cringe-worthy experience.

 

[gypsygirl]

my first week at my conservative christian college it was probably a monday or tuesday (first day of classes) and i was in the very old admin building with a rather dramatic and long, open staircase that kind of curved around and was certainly the crown jewel of this old building as well as the primary focal point for the 75 plus folks congregating and chatting before classes started that morning. with the vaulted ceiling it was almost a two story staircase.

i can still remember what i was wearing, it was this beautiful vintage red print DvF wrap dress that i found somewhere and was completely obsessed with, and wore my favorite heeled boots. heels were always my confidence security blanket so i was feeling great that morning. it all started so well...and i was at the top of this staircase, when i remember stepping down one step at a time and by the third or fourth step, the carpet plus my heels were way too slippery and my legs just kind of went out from under me.

i remember landing at the bottom and i'm like 98% i was unconscious for a few seconds--or i was trying to actually die from my embarrassment. apparently, the vice chancellor had broke my fall but i think in his elderly shock he hadn't quite processed the events as quickly as i had. his expression---raised brows and a look of shock. (side note: now, i am pretty sure he was trying to ascertain whether i was going to sue them. or something like that. i found out later, he was in charge of the finances. i soooooo wish i'd made a joke then.

so, i landed with one heel was through the back hem of my SILK skirt and my wrap dress was not entirely wrapped. or even wrap-able, any more. it was bad people. so here i am trying to gather myself while launching myself up on these heels (trust me, at least one girl will understand how hard that is). and i realized i'd hurt my ankle, badly.

it was also around that time i'd succeeded at sailing by and then, waaayyyyy past through their dress code. on the first day. SCORE.

most people just looked at me gape mouthed and froze. this one guy came over and helped me up and then everyone else started moving. he ended up giving me a piggy back ride for what felt like an eternity to my dorm. however, this guy, matt, turned out to be my main competition in class(es) and we actually became good friends.

he would start singing "I see london, i see france..." anytime he wanted to embarrass me, and that worked for quite awhile. and that first year, at random times i would be talking to someone, maybe for the first or second time, and all of a sudden they'd blurt out, "OOH YOU"RE THE GIRL WHO TUMBLED DOWN THE STAIRS!!!"

oh, those were good times : )

 

[Lenardzw]

my first week at my conservative christian college it was probably a monday or tuesday (first day of classes) and i was in the very old admin building with a rather dramatic and long, open staircase that kind of curved around and was certainly the crown jewel of this old building as well as the primary focal point for the 75 plus folks congregating and chatting before classes started that morning. with the vaulted ceiling it was almost a two story staircase.

i can still remember what i was wearing, it was this beautiful vintage red print DvF wrap dress that i found somewhere and was completely obsessed with, and wore my favorite heeled boots. heels were always my confidence security blanket so i was feeling great that morning. it all started so well...and i was at the top of this staircase, when i remember stepping down one step at a time and by the third or fourth step, the carpet plus my heels were way too slippery and my legs just kind of went out from under me.

i remember landing at the bottom and i'm like 98% i was unconscious for a few seconds--or i was trying to actually die from my embarrassment. apparently, the vice chancellor had broke my fall but i think in his elderly shock he hadn't quite processed the events as quickly as i had. his expression---raised brows and a look of shock. (side note: now, i am pretty sure he was trying to ascertain whether i was going to sue them. or something like that. i found out later, he was in charge of the finances. i soooooo wish i'd made a joke then.

so, i landed with one heel was through the back hem of my SILK skirt and my wrap dress was not entirely wrapped. or even wrap-able, any more. it was bad people. so here i am trying to gather myself while launching myself up on these heels (trust me, at least one girl will understand how hard that is). and i realized i'd hurt my ankle, badly.

it was also around that time i'd succeeded at sailing by and then, waaayyyyy past through their dress code. on the first day. SCORE.

most people just looked at me gape mouthed and froze. this one guy came over and helped me up and then everyone else started moving. he ended up giving me a piggy back ride for what felt like an eternity to my dorm. however, this guy, matt, turned out to be my main competition in class(es) and we actually became good friends.

he would start singing "I see london, i see france..." anytime he wanted to embarrass me, and that worked for quite awhile. and that first year, at random times i would be talking to someone, maybe for the first or second time, and all of a sudden they'd blurt out, "OOH YOU"RE THE GIRL WHO TUMBLED DOWN THE STAIRS!!!"

oh, those were good times : )

Wait...wait...wait....YOU'RE THAT GIRL who tumbled down the stairs?? Seriously this is a funny story, but that's some serious embarrassment you had to get through.

 

[Roh_Chris]

my first week at my conservative christian college it was probably a monday or tuesday (first day of classes) and i was in the very old admin building with a rather dramatic and long, open staircase that kind of curved around and was certainly the crown jewel of this old building as well as the primary focal point for the 75 plus folks congregating and chatting before classes started that morning. with the vaulted ceiling it was almost a two story staircase.

i can still remember what i was wearing, it was this beautiful vintage red print DvF wrap dress that i found somewhere and was completely obsessed with, and wore my favorite heeled boots. heels were always my confidence security blanket so i was feeling great that morning. it all started so well...and i was at the top of this staircase, when i remember stepping down one step at a time and by the third or fourth step, the carpet plus my heels were way too slippery and my legs just kind of went out from under me.

i remember landing at the bottom and i'm like 98% i was unconscious for a few seconds--or i was trying to actually die from my embarrassment. apparently, the vice chancellor had broke my fall but i think in his elderly shock he hadn't quite processed the events as quickly as i had. his expression---raised brows and a look of shock. (side note: now, i am pretty sure he was trying to ascertain whether i was going to sue them. or something like that. i found out later, he was in charge of the finances. i soooooo wish i'd made a joke then.

so, i landed with one heel was through the back hem of my SILK skirt and my wrap dress was not entirely wrapped. or even wrap-able, any more. it was bad people. so here i am trying to gather myself while launching myself up on these heels (trust me, at least one girl will understand how hard that is). and i realized i'd hurt my ankle, badly.

it was also around that time i'd succeeded at sailing by and then, waaayyyyy past through their dress code. on the first day. SCORE.

most people just looked at me gape mouthed and froze. this one guy came over and helped me up and then everyone else started moving. he ended up giving me a piggy back ride for what felt like an eternity to my dorm. however, this guy, matt, turned out to be my main competition in class(es) and we actually became good friends.

he would start singing "I see london, i see france..." anytime he wanted to embarrass me, and that worked for quite awhile. and that first year, at random times i would be talking to someone, maybe for the first or second time, and all of a sudden they'd blurt out, "OOH YOU"RE THE GIRL WHO TUMBLED DOWN THE STAIRS!!!"

oh, those were good times : )

How about this other time when you were riding a horse and you fell into a ditch?

How do you manage to tumble so many times!

 

[gypsygirl]

dude. if you only knew how many times i've fallen, been tossed, and wiped of a horse. countless, then times a million, if you count snowboarding. that's called practice. actually, now that i'm thinking about it, i've fallen a lot. but most of the time it's preceded by copious amounts of fun, laughter or merriment. not usually a swan dive in a dress.

i'm glad God made our bodies, and not some factory in detroit. ; p

didn't you ever climb trees? or climb anything?

how goes it? hope all is well. : )

How about this other time when you were riding a horse and you fell into a ditch?

How do you manage to tumble so many times!

 

[wwjd_kilden]

I read somewhere that you need an IQ of 30 or more to open a door.
I said this once, on my way out of a room .... and couldn't get the door to open

 

[Keziah20]

my first week at my conservative christian college it was probably a monday or tuesday (first day of classes) and i was in the very old admin building with a rather dramatic and long, open staircase that kind of curved around and was certainly the crown jewel of this old building as well as the primary focal point for the 75 plus folks congregating and chatting before classes started that morning. with the vaulted ceiling it was almost a two story staircase.

i can still remember what i was wearing, it was this beautiful vintage red print DvF wrap dress that i found somewhere and was completely obsessed with, and wore my favorite heeled boots. heels were always my confidence security blanket so i was feeling great that morning. it all started so well...and i was at the top of this staircase, when i remember stepping down one step at a time and by the third or fourth step, the carpet plus my heels were way too slippery and my legs just kind of went out from under me.

i remember landing at the bottom and i'm like 98% i was unconscious for a few seconds--or i was trying to actually die from my embarrassment. apparently, the vice chancellor had broke my fall but i think in his elderly shock he hadn't quite processed the events as quickly as i had. his expression---raised brows and a look of shock. (side note: now, i am pretty sure he was trying to ascertain whether i was going to sue them. or something like that. i found out later, he was in charge of the finances. i soooooo wish i'd made a joke then.

so, i landed with one heel was through the back hem of my SILK skirt and my wrap dress was not entirely wrapped. or even wrap-able, any more. it was bad people. so here i am trying to gather myself while launching myself up on these heels (trust me, at least one girl will understand how hard that is). and i realized i'd hurt my ankle, badly.

it was also around that time i'd succeeded at sailing by and then, waaayyyyy past through their dress code. on the first day. SCORE.

most people just looked at me gape mouthed and froze. this one guy came over and helped me up and then everyone else started moving. he ended up giving me a piggy back ride for what felt like an eternity to my dorm. however, this guy, matt, turned out to be my main competition in class(es) and we actually became good friends.

he would start singing "I see london, i see france..." anytime he wanted to embarrass me, and that worked for quite awhile. and that first year, at random times i would be talking to someone, maybe for the first or second time, and all of a sudden they'd blurt out, "OOH YOU"RE THE GIRL WHO TUMBLED DOWN THE STAIRS!!!"

oh, those were good times : )

LOL- That is an excellent first impression, I must say!

 

[Mooky]

I read somewhere that you need an IQ of 30 or more to open a door.
I said this once, on my way out of a room .... and couldn't get the door to open

Pretty funny!

 

[Mooky]

Like most of us, I've had my fair share of embarrassing moments. From the time I decided to cut my own hair in third grade. With a scissors! My kinky African hair! Needless to say it was a disaster! I STILL had to go to school the next morning. Embarrassing!

Or the time we had a bomb scare and I was in the 6th grade. I was in the bath at the time! my mom called me out, "Come and see! Now!" I thought there was a UFO! (Thinking back on this I often wonder, "Why on earth would I think UFO?"). I ended up being frog marched to the local shopping centre draped in a towel. EVERYONE and their cousin was there! It was an assembly point! Embarrassing!

As an adult I went to our local theatre one night as I was on ushering duty with the usual suspects (a group of us would volunteer to usher on a roster as this amateur theatre had little money) So, after helping people to their seats I settled down in special seats for ushers in the front row to watch the show, which was a musical celebrating the music of the Beatles. Now our team leader - an eighty something year old lady - always “encourages” fellow ushers stationed in the front of the theatre to get up and dance towards the end of a musical, in a bid to get the audience to participate and so leave feeling exhilarated . This does'n’t always work. In fact; I think the success rate (if you can call it that) is dismal. So, on this Saturday, I had the misfortune of being posted in the front near the left exit.
By the time the second song started our team leader was up and got us dancing! For the rest of the show!! In front of everyone!
I was like… "“…but we only supposed to make a spectacle of ourselves at the end of the show!”"
I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible, but she made a bee line for me! I'’m also quite tall so she weeded me out, pulled me up and began to gyrate and contort her body into positions I didn'’t think were mechanically possible or even allowed! Did I say that she is in her eighties?? Then this fellow usher - also in his eighties - began to do “"the walk"” from his station at the right front exit towards us to the strains of "“Here comes the sun”" He came across the front row of the auditorium- meaning that if anyone had not noticed us on the left, they were aware of our antics by the time he got to us! Then I had two of them gyrating and twisting their bodies! And guess who had to dance with them? I don’t like dancing at all and work hard to avoid it when I can. Well actually it’s because, I can'’t dance. I got no rhythm at all best I can do is the shuffle. So the idea of having me dancing in front of a 300 plus audience on a Saturday evening is, at best, unthinkable! But there we were!
Finally left said theatre two and a half hours later with a sore back, battered ego and feet that seemed to be yelling, “Dammit man! What on earth is wrong with you?”
Guess who is NOT ushering another musical again?

Care to share an embarrassing moment? Do tell....

You truly have a gift in writing.You should seriously try and publish some memoirs!Thanks for a fresh,funny read!;D

 

[Faithful_Fay]

In my junior year of college, I was studying in one of the many nooks in the bio building for an upcoming class with a group of friends. An older guy waves hi to what I thought was the friend sitting next to me. I looked up and then away thinking nothing of it. A few minutes later said guy comes over and proceeds to lecture me about ignoring him and how rude my actions were, and how disappointed he was in my manners and so on. Keep in mind, all of this was in front of my classmates. My friends and I were looking at each other lost because I certainly didn't know this guy.

My sister happened to walk by. My twin sister. My very identical twin sister. Turns out he was her professor and academic advisor. While awkward and embarrassing, this was not the first time variations of this situation has happened. I can still remember the look on his face when he realized what he'd done. Hilarious.

 

[Roh_Chris]

dude. if you only knew how many times i've fallen, been tossed, and wiped of a horse. countless, then times a million, if you count snowboarding. that's called practice. actually, now that i'm thinking about it, i've fallen a lot. but most of the time it's preceded by copious amounts of fun, laughter or merriment. not usually a swan dive in a dress.

i'm glad God made our bodies, and not some factory in detroit. ; p

didn't you ever climb trees? or climb anything?

how goes it? hope all is well. : )

I have climbed and fallen off things! As a kid, I was so hyper that I could never sit still. I have two scars - one above my left eye and the other adjacent to my left eye, which were a result of my misadventures.

The one above my left eye happened in '94 in Sentosa Island (Singapore). I was jumping from one chair to another at the cafe. I missed a safe landing and I hit the floor. My grandpa rushed me to a pharmacy to get the wound dressed. I don't remember crying until I was greeted by a "talking" tree at the pharmacy. The silly tree freaked me out so much that I bawled my eyes out!

The scar adjacent to my left eye happened in '95. I was the class monitor (ahem... it was a disaster ). I had this habit of propping myself over two tables and cycling in the air. It was a skill of balance and it made me look "cool" in the eyes of my classmates, so I did it as often as I could. On one day, when I was doing it in front of the teacher (she had just finished warning me against doing it), I lost my balance, somersaulted in the air and landed on the floor. I was so embarrassed that I quickly got up and walked about the class dazed, but pretending to be alright. Soon my classmates saw blood oozing out of the wound and alerted the teacher. I was sent to the Principal's room where they dressed my wound and called my parents. I fibbed about how it happened - I lied that a close friend pushed me down and got him into trouble. By the time I returned after a couple of days' medical leave, I had lost my position as the class monitor and all the teachers counted me as a troublemaker.

This other time, in my 5th grade, I was well on my way to being a notorious kid in class. My exasperated class teacher figured there was only one way to make me quiet. My class had benches and desks for students, not tables and chairs. 3-4 students would sit on each bench, which gave rise to many "territorial" wars! :') So, my class teacher made me sit in the middle of a bench of girls! I had a girl on my left and a girl on the right. And they were given the liberty to "shoot at sight" - literally, use any means necessary to shut me up.

Boy, I still cringe when I think of it.

 

[wwjd_kilden]

I was out walking with a friend during winter, there had been lots of snow, so the sidewalks hadn't been cleared, which meant we were walking halfway in the road (thankfully with little traffic). The road was, naturally, icy.

I lost balance and fell on my bum, and looked up where I assumed my friend was standing ready to help me back up
... only she was sitting next to me on the ground

 

[Mooky]

My school had a tradition of making the the class below the graduating class organize the prom.
It was our turn and I was elected to be the MC.I was very surprised because a girl called Milyn was usually elected for everything and we were rivals.
Anywho.The theme was "fairy land".I had to go about organizing my fairy costume and my speech.It was remarkably difficult to find a fairy costume in my city but at the last minute my teacher ( who had driven me around in her car) managed to find one.It looked like a tea cosy- come- fly net.But it would do.
The evening of the prom came around and I still hadn't organized my speech.I was slightly nervous but I thought I would wing it...
My time came to to deliver my speech and I stepped up to the mic.No one payed any attention - so I hushed them on the mic.So unproffesional.I spread out my crumpled speech on the lectern but it was so crumpled I couldn't make out what it said.I then rambled a few words about enjoying the evening and the food - nothing in keeping with the fairy theme.Again - so unprofessional.
I ended abruptly.
At the time I thought nothing of it.
But of late this faux pas has been dogging me as I reflect at what must've been a highly critical audience.( I went to school with rich farm kids and the cream of society.)
I imagine the gossip and snide remarks and remember my pathetic attempt at delivering a speech and feel like sinking into the ground - never to return.
This was caught on video tape and if I have it right, that class has probably played it this year - as it would have been their 20 year school reunion.
Needless to say - I am now allergic to public speaking....

 

[travelingthrough]

One of the most embarrassing moments happened when I was in seminary. I worked a conference that was being hosted at my school and they offered us a nice lunch. When I went to get my drink I accidentally knocked it over and that started a domino effect. Before I could act or the man taking care of the beverages there was a waterfall of lemonade that poured over the side of the table and into the floor. I was so embarrassed because most of the people in the room saw it. I apologized profusely to the man and tried to help but was shooed away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. hahaha.

 

[Kemi7031]

LoL!!! Oh my word it was so descriptive I could actually see this...hilarious thanks for the story

 

[Kemi7031]

I was attending a college (goodness I was probably 25) anywho...It was sunny it was a nice gorgeous day. I dressed up and even put on heels. I looked good and was feeling great!!! Shortly lived of course.... I was coming out of the cafeteria and I was carrying my lunch, my backpack and I was headed to my car so I could go to work. One lone pebble spoiled my day as I put my heel on the ground it landed on that pebble. I fell forward my glasses, lunch and backpack all scattered in different directions with me on my stomach. I knocked the wind out of me,and did I tell you I was wearing skirt which didn't fall anywhere near graceful. The funniest thing was that it was busy and everyone saw...it was a humbling experience ^_^

 

[Roh_Chris]

For all of us who have shared our embarrassing moments..

 

[Lenardzw]

I was attending a college (goodness I was probably 25) anywho...It was sunny it was a nice gorgeous day. I dressed up and even put on heels. I looked good and was feeling great!!! Shortly lived of course.... I was coming out of the cafeteria and I was carrying my lunch, my backpack and I was headed to my car so I could go to work. One lone pebble spoiled my day as I put my heel on the ground it landed on that pebble. I fell forward my glasses, lunch and backpack all scattered in different directions with me on my stomach. I knocked the wind out of me,and did I tell you I was wearing skirt which didn't fall anywhere near graceful. The funniest thing was that it was busy and everyone saw...it was a humbling experience ^_^

Why don't these happen when the place is almost deserted?

 

[Lenardzw]

I was out walking with a friend during winter, there had been lots of snow, so the sidewalks hadn't been cleared, which meant we were walking halfway in the road (thankfully with little traffic). The road was, naturally, icy.

I lost balance and fell on my bum, and looked up where I assumed my friend was standing ready to help me back up
... only she was sitting next to me on the ground

...In solidarity with you or had she fallen too?

 

[Lenardzw]

You truly have a gift in writing.You should seriously try and publish some memoirs!Thanks for a fresh,funny read!;D

Thank you...