What was the most embarrassing thing?

Hmm, I can’t remember a really embarrassing moment but in Grade 1 the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and I vomited all over my friend. It was not very pleasant for either of us.

My 5th grade teacher said I laugh like a “demented chicken” in front of the entire class. Even though it was so many years ago I’m still self-concious!

Not my story, but my sister-in-law got a bloody nose during a job interview, did not realize it and the interviewer did not even have the courtesy to give her heads up.
My other sister-in-law was working for an engineering firm and had traveled to Virginia to meet with a bunch of military head honchos. About 10 minutes into the meeting she turned green and threw up. Needless to say the meeting was cancelled and she spent the next two days recouping in a hotel room.

just a few days ago, the zipper on my jeans keep falling down, i yanked it up and it got stuck in my underwear. i yanked again and ripped a whole hunk of my underwear off, which was now stuck in my zipper. I was i the middle of Walgreen’s and had to try to pull my shirt down over my zipper.
My undies were bright green and I looked mighty attractive.

@thetmle Anyone who laughs like a demented chicken is my kind of person. May I point out that your teacher was cruel to do that and that chickens don’t laugh so your teacher was stupid too!

My life has been studded by embarrassing moments so it is tough to come up with the most embarrassing. I think the winner is one that occurred in junior high (nowadays middle school), because junior high is basically a time of life in which the very fact of one’s existence seems exquisitely embarrassing.

Anyway, when I was there, the hot fad was wraparound skirts. The bow in mine had apparently come loose. It was between classes and my algebra teacher Mr. Nixon (not making that name up) called out to me to chat about something.

All of a sudden, the skirt lost its tenuous grip on my then nearly non-existent hips and pooled around my ankles. I immediately dropped my armful of books in order to grab at my skirt.

The helpful Mr. N bent over to help me pick them up at exactly the same moment, and we cracked skulls. I was the color of Campbell’s tomato soup the rest of the day!

Thank goodness slips were de rigeur in those days!

Most embarrassing- freshman year in college, History 101. The class was in a lecture hall with assigned seats, and somehow I managed to sidle myself along the wrong row all the way to the middle, then realized my seat was right behind the one I was sitting in. The row was filling from both sides, so my 18-year-old flash of genius was to attempt to step over the row of ancient wooden folding auditorium seats, with backpack in one hand and notebook in the other.

Of course, disaster. I fell, with an impressive crash, right onto the floor between the seats. At first there was consternation, but when I stood up, scattered laughter. My half-hearted “And for my next trick…” was met with silent stares, and I sank into my seat red-faced and chagrined.

Luckily, the seating was rearranged alphabetically the next week.

Thank you for my second laugh-out-loud moment today, dear knot!

At my school there are these trees that smell terrible when they are in bloom. As such, everyone calls them vagina trees because they smell like dirty underwear. One day, I was at my Christian youth group (I’m not Christian, but I like to go sometimes to learn about Christianity) and we were all talking about our colleges. When I mentioned my school, one of the other girls there said “Oh, yeah, I have a friend who goes there. She always talks about smelly trees…” to which I responded, quite loudly, “Oh, you mean the vagina trees.” Silence followed, accompanied by horrified, wide-eyed stares.

That was the day i found out that one does not mention reproductive organs by name in a staunchly Christian youth group…

“One does not mention reproductive organs by name.” I wipe a tear…

@ Marina Thanks :-)

So I used to work at this fast food place and there was a guy that came in quite frequently, that I enjoyed looking at. See, me and my friend joked around about how he was “my boyfriend” and I probably obsessed over him a little more than I should have. Well, one day he came through the drive through when I was working, and I had a little bit of a spaz attack…as well as my bestie. I don’t even know how it happened, but the next thing I knew there were tortillas flying, girls screaming, and my wanna-be boyfriend saw all of it! I wonder why he never asked me for my number… ;-)