One I can think of... I was eating gyro meat at the mall. It must have gotten stuck. I tried with all my might not to go puke it up on my own accord. I prayed for it to go through... I did some deep breathing, which sometimes helped... Started getting foamies... All of a sudden in the middle of Macy's I had to take off my hoodie and I fell to ground and puked everywhere on the hoodie and the floor. I was so embarrassed! Thank you Jesus it's in a dumpster somewhere.

This was fairly early on in my band life, maybe 6 months in, when I was still learning my "stop" signs.

I was having a shrimp taco at Sierra Grill. Shrimp were a little dry, and also I took that "one bite too many." My mouth filled with spit and I made a run for the ladies room. It's a one-seater, and it's locked and in use. Hell, I'm not proud, I'll use the men's room in a pinch. Nope - locked and in use. At this point, that last bite, along with all the spit, is coming up. I ran out the back door and upchucked in the parking lot - broad daylight, high noon. Not my proudest moment.

I don't really have an embarrassing story... other than going on TV to say how pleased I was to be undergoing lapband surgery. I am still mad that I gave my horrible, ****ty surgeon (kemmerling, Green Bay, WI) free advertising. And I'm also embarrassed that I wasn't a better judge of character, because believe me, he's a rotten person and a less than caring surgeon.
After my 2 part "human interest" story came out on our local news, I had people coming up to me in the strangest places, pointing at me, saying, "Where do I know you from? Were you on TV recently?"  I was in pain and full of regret, so it was embarrassing.

Although, this isn't about the Band making me throw up or anything like that.  It's more about OH and people reading my posts here.

I started a new job awhile back...little did I know this place was like "Big Brother".  They have a habit of cruising the internet and looking for their employees and reading any posts, blogs, Facebook stuff (mine is locked down to any one but friends).  Well any way they found my posts here on OH.  I post daily on the Illinois board and mentioned mundane things about work...like it being too cold and some of the people being unfriendly.  Also some deeply personal stuff.  Well they read all my posts and printed out a bunch of them....and called me to a meeting.  They told me I wasn't allowed to mention work at all.  And of course they knew every little detail about my life and band.  I was mortified!!!

Well now I just don't care what they read.  A few weeks ago they laid me off .  Knowing they monitor my posts I have a great thrill posting here and letting them know exactly how I feel about them.  My ex-boss was a money hungry little weasel!!!!  Hehehehe.  I don't care what they think and I found a new job already so take that you control freaks...have you heard of freedom of speech???   

I guess it was about 7 mos. banded and I was still leaning and at the outlets with my friend and I thought I would try eating some  fast food with her. I had Nathans dog and fries. Place was jammmed, she starts eating fast and I was starved took of few bites without though and knew what was coming next...I looked around in panic for a bathroom but they are all outside in the mall. she offers me a sip of drink and before you know, It was like a volcano...she kept giving me napkins...I was so embarrassed...

 Ugh, my worst was at an Applebees, I was 8 months pregnant and my husband was on a business trip but I promised the big kids we would go out to eat. So here I am, with all 3 big kids and my giant belly. Take two bites of the artichoke dip I ordered and I am stuck, but can't go to the bathroom b/c I don't want to take all the kids with me and I don't have anyone to leave them with. So I sit though the kids eating, all the while the pressure is building and I am getting more and more uncomfortable, get out to the parking lot thinking I can make it home (2 mins drive), but nope I threw up in the parking lot full of people (it was a Friday night). It was lovely.

I was at work and wearing a skirt that I didn't realize didn't fit anymore when I looked down and saw it was around my ankles! Thankfully I was wearing a slip! The skirt just fell right off of me!

 Hee hee, that reminded me of another one! I once lost a pair of sweatpants while walking on the treadmill at the gym. Gave the guy on the elliptical behind me a real eye full. LOL

I was on a business trip in D.C. with my boss and her boss.  I was only about 4 months out from surgery.  We decided to take one of the monument tours one evening.  We had dinner before departing, and I chose some grilled chicken.  I got a piece stuck.  I went to the restroom and was able to PB a lot of slime, but no food would come out.  I went back to my party and within minutes my mouth was filling up with slime again.

I ended up making 3 trips to the bathroom with no luck.  I was PBing slime only.  It was time to get on the tour bus and I was panicked.  I was seated next to my boss.  I had my leftovers in hand and an almost full water bottle.  It started....the slime building up.  I was trapped on the bus and had no way to get rid of the slime.  "Ladies and gentleman, if you look on the right you can see ...." I DON"T CARE WHAT'S THERE!!  I KNOW IT'S A ONCE IN A LIFETIME TRIP, I KNOW I WILL PROBABLY NEVER SEE THE WHITE HOUSE AGAIN, BUT I NEED SOMEWHERE TO SPIT!!! 

I suffered until I couldn't hold it in any longer.  I opened my water bottle and tried to discreetly wretch slime in to my bottle.  If you have ever PB'd, you know that discreet doesn't come to mind.  I was so embarassed.  We finally got to FDR's monument and everyone was allowed off of the bus to walk around and take in the sights.  I walked behind a tree and was FINALLY able to dislodge that piece of chicken.  What a fricken relief!!!  OMG.  That was such a horrible night.  I feel bad that it was at a National Monument, but what could I do?