Your MOST Embarrassing Moment......
I know, I know.........its not MY turn for the questions.But can I just ask this one little itty-bitty one?
I just wondered what your most embarrassing moment in your ENTIRE life has been?
(CANDY LOU.........cant wait to hear yours
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Ok....i'll go first so you guys wont be shy(


like theres any chance of THAT happening!!!)
I was 23 and went for a job interview at a drive in. The application was one of those kind that they ask you about a 100 questions and they say they can tell if youre lying
Ok....I answered honestly....BIG MISTAKE!! after she looked at the application...she said "thank you...we'll call you"
I said "thanks" and turned around to leave and fell flat on my butt. I had heels on (what are those???) and stepped in a puddle of water. I can still to this day feel my cheeks burning(both pairs).















take care guys
willby
ok the other day im trying to jog a lap at the Y. hubby is behind me cuz he wont run. and he starts laughing. i turn around to ask him whats so funny and felt a breeze....my shorts slid down and my lacey panties were hangin out for everyone to see. thank god we were alone at that point on the track.
diane red in minnesota
Hi Willby or is it Bridget Lynn (what a cute name)
I had a similar experience. When I was in high school..in the 70's it was cool to wear "hip-hugger" pants with snap fronts. I had a pair of light pink ones. It was a rainy day and health class was in the gym (I took health class so I didn't have to take P.E. pretty smart huh?) Anyway, drugs were a big issue then. The Phoenix Police department brought in a film called "How Much Did you Take?" It was an emergency room drama about drug addicts etc.
The officer explained before the film started that if you felt queezy..you could get up and leave. I felt sick right away..but I had been flirting with this guy sitting behind me and I just couldn't get up and leave.
I finally forgot about my pride...made it to the door..opened the door and thump! I fainted. When I came to, the teacher and police officer were looking down on me. I'm sure they thought that I was on drugs..just like the film! I got up and walked outside and sat down on the curb...right in a puddle of mud..did I mention I had on light pink pants??? Ohoooooooo Willby that brought back memories!!!


Hugs to you all,
Virginia
I am sure there is worse but here goes..........
I went to a yard sale across the street from my apt .. everyone seemed to be staring but I figured they were just being rude and went on...I walked all over the lot and picked up this and that and even argued over some prices when I went to pay.. LOL so I go home and plop on the couch and between my legs I see my bright turqouise nightgown.. When I stood up I realized it was tucked into the back of my bright red pants... they were looking at my big blue tail.... better yet I had to face these ppl anytime I left the house!
A weight related horror....
I had to go to my insurance company and fight them over a billing incident and when I sat on the rickety old chair I heard it crack. Luckily the agent was out of the room and DH made a quick switch. So I thought I'd die but I got over it. When she came back in for some odd reason she noticed it and made a HUGE scene over it and then said "OH these chairs break left and right" I haven't been back there either... LOL
Oh sweet wls chick,
Bless your heart..the turquoise nightie in your red pants...got a vivid picture!! My overweight son got accused by my brother-in-law (his own uncle) of breaking a bar-stool type lawn chair that was in their home. He confronted my husband about it. My husband asked him if he wanted us to pay for it and he said No. Why couldn't he just had kept it to himself??? what an aukward moment. Honestly, my son wasn't the only one that sat in that chair that night...but he was the biggest so there you have it.
Virginia
hey wls chk,
I bet every SMORE has a broken chair story. I was private sitting for an elderly woman. Their house was FULL of antiques. I dont know what possessed me one day.but I thought I could sit this big SMO butt on a spindly, little 50 year old chair. it went CRACK!! i had to make an emergency run to the store for some wood glue.....i glued it the next day(not very good either) and you know my heart stopped when i went out there one day to find him sitting in it!! It held though and i think (hope) he was none the wiser.
serves 'em right for not making strong chairs!!
willby
Hi all, I am new to the board. My moment is not what I would call embarrassing as it is awkward. In 2004 at 352 I competed in the Miss Sacramento County pageant (the preliminary pageant to Miss America), I wanted to show people that weight should not stop you from what you want to do, on top of that I am a burn survivor. There were some good things, I won an award for community services, and there was an article in my local newspaper. The bad part was that a hate group in Sacramento saw the article and posted some mean things about me online, but hey ignorance is bliss right!
So anyway on with the story, I made my evening gown, bought all my other clothes even the swim suite (it had not dawned on me yet), than I strutted my stuff on that stage for a total of 8 seconds in my black and white trimmed swim dress (you know the fat girl bathing suits), the longest 8 seconds of my life,
I thought I would die of humiliation, a man in the audience did whistle probally as a joke, besides when you are already self-conscious that does not help. The largest girl in the pageant other than me of course ***** a size 5.
But I did it, I am glad I did, but I must say it was not the most comfortable I have ever been. I know my story doesn't compete with some of these other funny, all be it embarrassing moments but after an embarrassing moment does one not feel, flustered, humiliated, awkward, like the biggest person in the world, nervous, like you just want to crawl into a whole and die, or to just disappear into thin (no pun intended) air. And let me tell you that is most defiantly how I felt on that stage.
I was having a dinner party. The women were in the kichen and the men in the living room. I went to serve the very hot egg drop soup in the dining room and dunked one very large breast in a bowl. I ran to the kitchen, leaned over and while still covered, I popped my breast out of my bra and started fanning it with my shirt. We had all had drank a little wine. The women thought I was being melodramatic, and laughed their butts off. I was not. I had a second degree burn on my breast the shape of my bra seam. My fortune cookie should have read "She who drinks wine should not boil egg drop soup." Loris

