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Ok I figured with the people on this site, it would be filled with embarassing moment stories. Come on spill it, everybody could use a good laugh.

I was reminded of one of mine this weekend talking with my dad on the phone, he mentioned being shopping with my mom and saw that all the displays were still standing?! He was laughing his head off and I was like, Huh?! Then he reminded me of when I took a sunglasses display out. Me and my mom and sister had all met up for a shopping day. I was in a department store (where I bought little Wyatt/Trevor's NHL sockies) and was just on my way to the till. I was in a hurry, as I was supposed to meet up with sis and mom for lunch and was running late. I came around a corner too quickly and there was a shelving piece sitting on the floor. I tripped over it and went sprawling into one of those little turnable stand alone sunglass displays. Took it right out! Totally ungraceful, one of those falls you just can't stop no matter how much you windmill your arms.......my shoulders way ahead of my feet at this point. Needless to say sockies went flying, purse went skidding across the floor, as well as a number of sunglasses that had come loose and scattered. They kept asking me if I was ok, but all that was hurt was my pride. My sis later said you should have done something, the shelf shouldn't have been sitting on the floor by the aisle like that. LOL, ya right, all I wanted to do at the time was get the heck out of there. My dad still jokes about phoning them up and seeing if they'd sell him a copy of survellience tape from that day.

ewwww dangerous, Deb....but funny since you're ok!!!
I told about mine in another thread....partially, too embarrasing!!

Ok, sure, why not?

A few years ago my (former) father-in-law passed away after a long illness. My three high school- and college-age sons and I went right from the hospital where the family had stayed up all night to be with him in his final hours to a department store to try to find clothes appropriate for the boys to wear to the funeral, since we were out of town and had not packed expecting this.

This department store also has a Ticketmaster outlet. My sons and I were waiting impatiently for the store doors to open at 10:00. About 9:55, a store employee unlocks the door, cracks it open, and asks, "Are you waiting for WWF tickets?" I'm sad, exhausted, and thought that was a stupid question, so I pop off with, "Do we LOOK like wrestling fans?!?" One of my boys pokes me and whispers, "um ....Mom..." I look off to the side of the area where we were standing and there were about 30 people, mainly women, mostly much bigger than me, scowling, glaring, and muttering.

I shut up and prayed for the doors to open in time to save me from getting my ass kicked. My boys got a huge laugh (once we were safely in the menswear department ) out of their oh-so-politically correct mom shooting her mouth off, and they had lots of fun debating about whether or not they would have stepped in to save me.

DrFU wrote:Ok, sure, why not?

A few years ago my (former) father-in-law passed away after a long illness. My three high school- and college-age sons and I went right from the hospital where the family had stayed up all night to be with him in his final hours to a department store to try to find clothes appropriate for the boys to wear to the funeral, since we were out of town and had not packed expecting this.

This department store also has a Ticketmaster outlet. My sons and I were waiting impatiently for the store doors to open at 10:00. About 9:55, a store employee unlocks the door, cracks it open, and asks, "Are you waiting for WWF tickets?" I'm sad, exhausted, and thought that was a stupid question, so I pop off with, "Do we LOOK like wrestling fans?!?" One of my boys pokes me and whispers, "um ....Mom..." I look off to the side of the area where we were standing and there were about 30 people, mainly women, mostly much bigger than me, scowling, glaring, and muttering.

I shut up and prayed for the doors to open in time to save me from getting my ass kicked. My boys got a huge laugh (once we were safely in the menswear department ) out of their oh-so-politically correct mom shooting her mouth off, and they had lots of fun debating about whether or not they would have stepped in to save me.

LOL! I can sooooo see you doing that.

When I was around twenty years old, I was sent on my first trip to Takhli, Thailand. Being a jeep, I was given mundane tasks that I did without really contemplating what they actually were. One afternoon I was instructed to go over and sweep out the spiders and critters that get inside our helicopter landing gear area. So I'm over there, the older NCO's playing cards under a canopy watching me casually as I sweep with the broom backwards using the handle in case there are spiders under, or on the tires and I feel what I think is a hydraulic line break because of my broom handle. Great I'm thinking, the line must be spraying as I can feel it bouncing. As I retract my broom handle, off of the tire falls a fucking little cobra! I couldn't even scream I was so in shock. Cobra's are actually pretty slow and if you have a lttle distance between them and you, you're okay but I was scared out of my wits. All of a sudden I feel a heavy smack on my back and my teamchief is behind me laughing his ass off.
He goes "Drink this so you can stay hydrated" offering me an open bottle of Thai Shoju, "You might need it". He points down to my legs and I see among the camo pattern on my pants a dark spot around my crotch area. Needless to say I was embarrassed, but glad to know that I wasn't the first to have this happen, just a little right of passage I had to got through.

Gunbot wrote:When I was around twenty years old, I was sent on my first trip to Takhli, Thailand. Being a jeep, I was given mundane tasks that I did without really contemplating what they actually were. One afternoon I was instructed to go over and sweep out the spiders and critters that get inside our helicopter landing gear area. So I'm over there, the older NCO's playing cards under a canopy watching me casually as I sweep with the broom backwards using the handle in case there are spiders under, or on the tires and I feel what I think is a hydraulic line break because of my broom handle. Great I'm thinking, the line must be spraying as I can feel it bouncing. As I retract my broom handle, off of the tire falls a fucking little cobra! I couldn't even scream I was so in shock. Cobra's are actually pretty slow and if you have a lttle distance between them and you, you're okay but I was scared out of my wits. All of a sudden I feel a heavy smack on my back and my teamchief is behind me laughing his ass off.
He goes "Drink this so you can stay hydrated" offering me an open bottle of Thai Shoju, "You might need it". He points down to my legs and I see among the camo pattern on my pants a dark spot around my crotch area. Needless to say I was embarrassed, but glad to know that I wasn't the first to have this happen, just a little right of passage I had to got through.

LMAO! Too funny Gbot!

When I was 24, I was teaching Elementary School PE in West Texas. I went to the annual state PE conference in Dallas. Unlike previous years, I went by myself and went in the school car. While I was in Dallas, I went to a bar way over in South Dallas, a rough, rough neighborhood. I stayed until about 10:00 and decided I'd better get going. Well, it was December and it was dark outside. I drove around lost and scared to stop and asked directions. I'll admit it, I'm white and it was an all black neighborhood. Problem was, I started to have the urge to pee. Then it got worse and worse. I could NOT find a decent place to stop, so I pulled in the parking lot of a school. I was gonna get out and pee, then I got to thinking about the headlines of a teacher getting caught pissing in a school parking lot in S. Dallas. I opted instead to get a Styrofoam cup from the back seat and pee while still in the relative "safety" of the car. The first thing I noticed when I start peeing was...WARMTH. I held the cup up in the moonlight and saw that the bottom was out!!!!!!!!!! I had just pissed myself, in the school Caprice, at 10:30 at night, in S. Dallas!!! I had to drive around for another hour before I found my hotel, covered in pee, as well as the seat covered!!! That car was RIPE by the time I got back to Lubbock. I ALMOST felt bad when the coaches had to take that car the next weekend...........true story, ask Larryfromnextdoor.

epresley wrote:When I was 24, I was teaching Elementary School PE in West Texas. I went to the annual state PE conference in Dallas. Unlike previous years, I went by myself and went in the school car. While I was in Dallas, I went to a bar way over in South Dallas, a rough, rough neighborhood. I stayed until about 10:00 and decided I'd better get going. Well, it was December and it was dark outside. I drove around lost and scared to stop and asked directions. I'll admit it, I'm white and it was an all black neighborhood. Problem was, I started to have the urge to pee. Then it got worse and worse. I could NOT find a decent place to stop, so I pulled in the parking lot of a school. I was gonna get out and pee, then I got to thinking about the headlines of a teacher getting caught pissing in a school parking lot in S. Dallas. I opted instead to get a Styrofoam cup from the back seat and pee while still in the relative "safety" of the car. The first thing I noticed when I start peeing was...WARMTH. I held the cup up in the moonlight and saw that the bottom was out!!!!!!!!!! I had just pissed myself, in the school Caprice, at 10:30 at night, in S. Dallas!!! I had to drive around for another hour before I found my hotel, covered in pee, as well as the seat covered!!! That car was RIPE by the time I got back to Lubbock. I ALMOST felt bad when the coaches had to take that car the next weekend...........true story, ask Larryfromnextdoor.

... at least you missed being featured in the Leaguer ...

epresley wrote:When I was 24, I was teaching Elementary School PE in West Texas. I went to the annual state PE conference in Dallas. Unlike previous years, I went by myself and went in the school car. While I was in Dallas, I went to a bar way over in South Dallas, a rough, rough neighborhood. I stayed until about 10:00 and decided I'd better get going. Well, it was December and it was dark outside. I drove around lost and scared to stop and asked directions. I'll admit it, I'm white and it was an all black neighborhood. Problem was, I started to have the urge to pee. Then it got worse and worse. I could NOT find a decent place to stop, so I pulled in the parking lot of a school. I was gonna get out and pee, then I got to thinking about the headlines of a teacher getting caught pissing in a school parking lot in S. Dallas. I opted instead to get a Styrofoam cup from the back seat and pee while still in the relative "safety" of the car. The first thing I noticed when I start peeing was...WARMTH. I held the cup up in the moonlight and saw that the bottom was out!!!!!!!!!! I had just pissed myself, in the school Caprice, at 10:30 at night, in S. Dallas!!! I had to drive around for another hour before I found my hotel, covered in pee, as well as the seat covered!!! That car was RIPE by the time I got back to Lubbock. I ALMOST felt bad when the coaches had to take that car the next weekend...........true story, ask Larryfromnextdoor.

I'm LMAO!!!

I think about the headlines too......is that weird?

I could fill up pages of embarrassing moments. Here's one:

One night I took my dog out for a walk at midnight. My sister called me as I was walking Daisy. So as I was talking to her on the phone, back farther down the street I saw a small animal run across the street. I thought maybe it was a cat. As I walked along, I happened to look back and I saw the animal moving fast down the sidewalk in the shadows coming back my way. So I kind of in a jog crossed over the street onto another street and looked back and now the animal had picked up speed coming towards me. Don't ask me why, but I got it in my head it was a rabid raccoon chasing me. I began running with my dog and screaming into the phone, it's coming closer, oh, my God. My sister was freaking out. She thought I was being attacked, but didn't know where I was in the subdivision and didn't want to leave the phone. I kept running faster and faster and kept looking back as it was gaining on me and just kept saying over and over into the phone, oh, my God. My sister kept yelling, as I was screaming, what's happening, what's happening? Finally, my dog collapsed and wouldn't move and I turned in fear to face the rabid raccoon, and it was a chihuahua. My sister wanted to kill me.

Michigan Girl wrote:

epresley wrote:When I was 24, I was teaching Elementary School PE in West Texas. I went to the annual state PE conference in Dallas. Unlike previous years, I went by myself and went in the school car. While I was in Dallas, I went to a bar way over in South Dallas, a rough, rough neighborhood. I stayed until about 10:00 and decided I'd better get going. Well, it was December and it was dark outside. I drove around lost and scared to stop and asked directions. I'll admit it, I'm white and it was an all black neighborhood. Problem was, I started to have the urge to pee. Then it got worse and worse. I could NOT find a decent place to stop, so I pulled in the parking lot of a school. I was gonna get out and pee, then I got to thinking about the headlines of a teacher getting caught pissing in a school parking lot in S. Dallas. I opted instead to get a Styrofoam cup from the back seat and pee while still in the relative "safety" of the car. The first thing I noticed when I start peeing was...WARMTH. I held the cup up in the moonlight and saw that the bottom was out!!!!!!!!!! I had just pissed myself, in the school Caprice, at 10:30 at night, in S. Dallas!!! I had to drive around for another hour before I found my hotel, covered in pee, as well as the seat covered!!! That car was RIPE by the time I got back to Lubbock. I ALMOST felt bad when the coaches had to take that car the next weekend...........true story, ask Larryfromnextdoor.

I'm LMAO!!!

I think about the headlines too......is that weird?

Yeah well, you know, I try to stay out of the papers if possible............

Ok, I've got another one. My life has been a series of embarrassing moments, so this is easy. I was 20 years old and working for this place in downtown Amarillo, Texas that rented tractors, jack hammers, forklifts, etc., etc. and the guys there were always playing tricks on me since I was green as a gourd. Among other things, they sent me to the auto parts store to buy tractor bearings (who knew?), propositioned a hooker for me, and put a wino in the back seat of my car (that I FOUND driving home!). But one thing they did was more brutal than the rest. The boss asked if I could change out a plug on an extension chord and I said "yeah". He gave me an address of the business and sent me on my way to fix the rental equipment. I went up and down this seedy street looking for the addy. Finally decided that it HAD to be this yellow building that was all boarded up. I went up to the door and went in. It was dark as hell and I could barely see the lady that asked me what I needed. I told her that I was supposed to see Mike about a plug. Well, as my eyes adjusted, I could see that it wasn't a lady, but a very feminine man. Furthermore, I look beside me and two guys are slow dancing. My first thought was, what the hell? Then I realized it was a gay bar, not that there's anything wrong with that. Needless to say, I arrived back at the rental place with all the guys laughing their asses off.

One of the biggest dumbass moments of my life, and there are many.

It was a Monday (my day off) just a few months ago and I had set out to complete a very small honey-do list.

I live in an apartment and one of the things on the list was to go to the office to discuss a new rent increase and some maintenance issues that needed addressing. Normally I walk over there, but this day, for some reason, I drove.

I finished talking to the people in the office and went over and got the mail. Just then my phone rang and it was my wife Debbie. We were discussing my office visit and I was bragging on how I had convinced them to cut the rent increase in half and was feeling pretty good about myself as I walked right past my car on my way back to the apartment.

The phone call had ended just as I approached the parking space that I thought my car should be in. I stood there knowing I had just walked past the car on the way to the office.

I called Debbie back and asked her if she had just been by and got the car, and she said no, why? I told her that it was here just 10 minutes ago, and now it's gone. She said are you sure you parked it there, and I said yes, I had just seen it parked there.

After another 10 minutes of , I figured I had better call the police, so I did.

Just as that call ended, Greg, a buddy from work called. We talked for a minute and I told him I needed to get off the phone, that I had just reported my car stolen and still had some things to get shored up. He extended his sympathies and let me off the phone.

As I was hanging up with Greg, an officer showed up, took a statement and said he would call if they heard anything.

Debbie pulled up just as the officer was leaving, so we went inside, discussed it for a bit and figured we should call the insurance company, so I tended to that as she headed back to work. While I'm on the phone with the insurance company, I keep getting the call waiting tone over and over, but I didn't want to switch over until I was through. About 5 minutes later, just as I was hanging up, Debbie comes through the door and says "Your car is parked up at the office."

I instantly remembered driving it up there and was completely inundated with a feeling of DUMB FUCKING MORON!

I sat there for a minute trying to figure out a way to get out of the mess without complete and total embarrassment. Deciding to just man up and take my lumps, I began calling the police, the insurance company and my friend Greg back. The police and insurance people were really cool about it and we shared some laughs over the whole incident. My buddy Greg, rightfully, reiterated what a dumb fucking moron I really am.

The next day I head in to work and the first thing that I'm greeted with is "Hey Rick, where's your car?" and the whole room erupted in laughter.

epresley wrote:Ok, I've got another one. My life has been a series of embarrassing moments, so this is easy. I was 20 years old and working for this place in downtown Amarillo, Texas that rented tractors, jack hammers, forklifts, etc., etc. and the guys there were always playing tricks on me since I was green as a gourd. Among other things, they sent me to the auto parts store to buy tractor bearings (who knew?), propositioned a hooker for me, and put a wino in the back seat of my car (that I FOUND driving home!). But one thing they did was more brutal than the rest. The boss asked if I could change out a plug on an extension chord and I said "yeah". He gave me an address of the business and sent me on my way to fix the rental equipment. I went up and down this seedy street looking for the addy. Finally decided that it HAD to be this yellow building that was all boarded up. I went up to the door and went in. It was dark as hell and I could barely see the lady that asked me what I needed. I told her that I was supposed to see Mike about a plug. Well, as my eyes adjusted, I could see that it wasn't a lady, but a very feminine man. Furthermore, I look beside me and two guys are slow dancing. My first thought was, what the hell? Then I realized it was a gay bar, not that there's anything wrong with that. Needless to say, I arrived back at the rental place with all the guys laughing their asses off.

I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

This one I have witnesses here......

Last JSSB show at Paladinos back in June, we were all watching the show and at one point Jeff accidently tipped his mic stand over, it was right in front of me so I tipped it back up (they are a lot lighter than they look ) and it swung back the other way almost bagging Jeff, he caught it. Good thing he laughed about it, cuz I was.......

I'm crying!! I have one- mid 80's I'm in high school. I was walking down a flight of stairs and this cute guy is walking past me going upstairs. I glance at him, cute guy glances at me, I miss a step thanks to my boots with heels and basically slide down the rest of the stairs while trying to hang on to the rail. I seem to remember landing on my ass but springing back up and walking on like nothing happened. Luckily there wasn't anyone else around but the cute guy so only he saw my being a stooge.

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

Alright, one more, but I'm gonna stop there because I could very, very easily monopolize this thread. I was 18, just graduated from high school and had gotten a scholarship to work at a photography studio for the fall, then go to college on their dime in the spring. Me and my buddy Roy were taking school pictures at Amarillo High, a school of about 2500 students. Students were literally lined up down the hall as far as we could see. We each had a camera set up to divide the kids and take annual pictures. Well, just as the first kids came up to get their pictures taken, I bent over to pick up a rubber band and splint my slacks from the zipper to the beltloops in the back!!! I stood up and told my buddy that I'd be right back! He pitched a fit because there were hundreds of kids coming in!!!!!!! I backed out of the room and ran to the car. The ONLY pair of pants I could find was wadded up on the floor in the back seat with camera equipment on it. I grabbed those dirty things, changed in the car and went back into the school to start taking pictures (now in my GRAY slacks, with my BROWN shirt, BROWN tie, and BROWN shoes!!!) My buddy asked why I was wearing THOSE pants and I think I said, "F*ck You".

Deb wrote:

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

This one I have witnesses here......

Last JSSB show at Paladinos back in June, we were all watching the show and at one point Jeff accidently tipped his mic stand over, it was right in front of me so I tipped it back up (they are a lot lighter than they look ) and it swung back the other way almost bagging Jeff, he caught it. Good thing he laughed about it, cuz I was.......

LOL....no more rock stars for you!!!

epresley wrote:

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

Alright, one more, but I'm gonna stop there because I could very, very easily monopolize this thread. I was 18, just graduated from high school and had gotten a scholarship to work at a photography studio for the fall, then go to college on their dime in the spring. Me and my buddy Roy were taking school pictures at Amarillo High, a school of about 2500 students. Students were literally lined up down the hall as far as we could see. We each had a camera set up to divide the kids and take annual pictures. Well, just as the first kids came up to get their pictures taken, I bent over to pick up a rubber band and splint my slacks from the zipper to the beltloops in the back!!! I stood up and told my buddy that I'd be right back! He pitched a fit because there were hundreds of kids coming in!!!!!!! I backed out of the room and ran to the car. The ONLY pair of pants I could find was wadded up on the floor in the back seat with camera equipment on it. I grabbed those dirty things, changed in the car and went back into the school to start taking pictures (now in my GRAY slacks, with my BROWN shirt, BROWN tie, and BROWN shoes!!!) My buddy asked why I was wearing THOSE pants and I think I said, "F*ck You".

at least you were dressed.....

epresley wrote:

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

Alright, one more, but I'm gonna stop there because I could very, very easily monopolize this thread. I was 18, just graduated from high school and had gotten a scholarship to work at a photography studio for the fall, then go to college on their dime in the spring. Me and my buddy Roy were taking school pictures at Amarillo High, a school of about 2500 students. Students were literally lined up down the hall as far as we could see. We each had a camera set up to divide the kids and take annual pictures. Well, just as the first kids came up to get their pictures taken, I bent over to pick up a rubber band and splint my slacks from the zipper to the beltloops in the back!!! I stood up and told my buddy that I'd be right back! He pitched a fit because there were hundreds of kids coming in!!!!!!! I backed out of the room and ran to the car. The ONLY pair of pants I could find was wadded up on the floor in the back seat with camera equipment on it. I grabbed those dirty things, changed in the car and went back into the school to start taking pictures (now in my GRAY slacks, with my BROWN shirt, BROWN tie, and BROWN shoes!!!) My buddy asked why I was wearing THOSE pants and I think I said, "F*ck You".

from what Larry has told me I know your not making this stuff up.

About 6 years ago, my daughter was in 5th grade the entire district put on a 5th grade musical program at the high school. We arrived and parked in the back of the school so we could avoid all the traffic from the people that parked in the front. We had to walk through the school to get to the gym. This stupid program went for nearly three hours and we were packed in there like sardines. By the time it was over I had so much pent up energy I could NOT stand it. We walked back through the deserted school to get to the back parking lot. I finally couldn’t handle it anymore so I turned to my daughter and said “I’ll race ya.” We both took off running full speed down the hall, in dresses and no shoes (high heels would slow me down). My daughter saw that I was going to win so she just slowed down so I of course start talking (yelling) trash to her saying things like “quitter! What’s wrong can’t keep up with your mom?” Then, I looked back over my shoulder and yelled something else as I ran through the cafeteria of the school-just as I turned my head back, I notice that there are tables now set up that weren’t before, and they have tablecloths on them and there were people sitting at them, then I notice that I am smack dab in the middle of the front of the room, I had just run right between a podium and the screen displaying a powerpoint presentation-and there was an Army recruiter standing at the podium giving a presentation to a group of people. It was only then that I realized why my daughter-being smarter than her mother, elected to stop running and carrying on like an idiot.

Let's just say it involved my new in-laws seeing some video that was not for their eyes - my husband mistakenly used a 'used' tape in our camcorder that was taken to Vegas with us to tape our wedding ceremony. As soon as I heard the question come from my father-in-law, I knew what he was watching (and I won't say what the question was or you would all know too ) I couldn't look him in the eyes for probably a couple of years.

Oh - and walking smack into a plate glass window in downtown Calgary one summer - thought it was an open door. My sister laughed so hard she fell down.

Triple S wrote:Let's just say it involved my new in-laws seeing some video that was not for their eyes - my husband mistakenly used a 'used' tape in our camcorder that was taken to Vegas with us to tape our wedding ceremony. As soon as I heard the question come from my father-in-law, I knew what he was watching (and I won't say what the question was or you would all know too ) I couldn't look him in the eyes for probably a couple of years.

Oh - and walking smack into a plate glass window in downtown Calgary one summer - thought it was an open door. My sister laughed so hard she fell down.

Literally LMAO!! Did that myself years ago....it was a glass door that I thought was open. Damn fine window washers we have downtown.

Deb wrote:

Triple S wrote:Let's just say it involved my new in-laws seeing some video that was not for their eyes - my husband mistakenly used a 'used' tape in our camcorder that was taken to Vegas with us to tape our wedding ceremony. As soon as I heard the question come from my father-in-law, I knew what he was watching (and I won't say what the question was or you would all know too ) I couldn't look him in the eyes for probably a couple of years.

Oh - and walking smack into a plate glass window in downtown Calgary one summer - thought it was an open door. My sister laughed so hard she fell down.

Literally LMAO!! Did that myself years ago....it was a glass door that I thought was open. Damn fine window washers we have downtown.

My wife did that at a Pearl Vision Center of all places.

It was just bad luck too. We had gotten there to pick up her contacts just at closing time. It was her first set ever, so as we were about to leave, the receptionist told her the optometrist wanted to explain a few things to her. After she went in the back the receptionist came out and closed the glass doors so no more people could come in and went about preparing to close the store. Debbie came out of the back room, still talking the optometrist, kind of backing toward the exit doors while talking, and as she said bye, she turned and slammed right into the doors. It was a good one too. BAM!! After we determined that she was ok, we all had a pretty good laugh about it.

I was at a business lunch one day at a casual dining restaurant in town.

I shook a ketchup bottle to mix it up before pouring it on my burger. As I shook it, I thought I saw something fly by. Turns out it was the ketchup bottle lid and a some amount of ketchup. It landed on the floor of the table next to me. As I looked up at the table, I saw that a small bit also landed on an elderly woman at that table.

She didn't seem to notice, so my first instinct (you know, the little devil guy on the shoulder) was to not make eye contact, pretend nothing had happened as the woman had not noticed. The people at another table did notice (so did the little angel guy on my other shoulder), however, and so I had to tell her. As I said "excuse me", she turned toward me and I saw that the ketchup had run all down her side. At least half the bottle must have shot out onto her dress.

I said, "I accidentally spilled ketchup on you". She noticed the original small spot and politely said, "oh, accidents happen, it's only a little bit". I said, "yes they do, but there is more" and showed her the rest. She said "OH MY!" as elderly ladies do.

Waiting to be brow beaten, cussed at, hit or something, I was shocked when she said that it wasn't a problem. I went to the kitchen and got a wet towel so that she could at least wipe it off. I offered to buy her lunch and she said that she had already paid for it. I offered to pay for dry cleaning the dress or to buy her a new one.

Here is the best part: She said, "never you mind. I have 5 children, 14 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren. I have been through a lot more important things in life than a little ketchup on a dress. Now, turn around and eat your lunch before it gets cold."

I ate my lunch. One of my friends with me said: "I know that it's too soon right now, but will you tell me when it is OK to laugh?" I learned a couple of things that day:

1) don't shake the bottle without making sure the lid is securely attached.
2) life is short, a little ketchup on a dress isn't that big a deal after all.

It's frustrated the hell out of my baby sister for 25 years (as I have lots of dirt on her), but I just don't do embarrassed! My ex, however, has enough funny-embarrassing accident stories to fill a book. So much so that the one time he had to take me to A&E when we lived in Canberra (his home town), the triage nurse looked up, saw him, got a huge grin on his face like 'thank god, I needed some comic relief' and a booming voice designed to alert every other staff member there asked 'So what the hell did you do this time Craig?'

Deb wrote:

Michigan Girl wrote::lol:
I don't know how much more I can take......but keep 'em coming Rick & T....good stuff

This one I have witnesses here......

Last JSSB show at Paladinos back in June, we were all watching the show and at one point Jeff accidently tipped his mic stand over, it was right in front of me so I tipped it back up (they are a lot lighter than they look ) and it swung back the other way almost bagging Jeff, he caught it. Good thing he laughed about it, cuz I was.......

I thought you had great aim under the circumstances ...

i have to many, and they happen weekly

stevew2 wrote:i have to many, and they happen weekly

Yeah, kinda got the feeling your whole life was an embarrassing moment


We loves ya, Stevie-Woo