Most embarassing thing that has ever happened to you?

[LCHIEN]

I've had nightmares about going out in public in my underwear, but never actually did it.

I've had nightmares about going out in public in a BT3Central Thong, but never actually did it.

[cabinetman]

Seems that I "pitched a tent" while dozing which was prominently displayed by the jogging pants.

Maybe Jeffrey was talking about a "pup tent".

One of my "moments" happened years ago when my wife and I were living in a "garden apartment" building. It was the type that when you walk in the building from the front, you're in a hall way with four apartment front doors on that landing, a down staircase with four, and an upstair case leading to four. The downstair apartments are on the ground level in the back, the middle level is actually on the second floor, etc. Adding to the description the hallways on each level were tile and all the doors were metal.

At the time we had a Siamese cat that always wanted out. On this particular Sunday morning, I happened to be in the buff. I wanted to get the paper, so I cracked the door open to see how far away it was, and it was definitely out of reach. Since the door had a heavy closer, I swung it open, darted out, grabbed the paper, pivoted to get back in before the door closed, and the cat ran out. Sure enough, slammed tight with me, the paper, and the cat loose in the hall.

Well, after I got the cat and grabbed the paper, I had to knock on the door to wake up my wife, who was a heavy sleeper. Those metal doors make a huge racket in that hallway. At first tried light knocking, which turned into heavy knocking which sounds like it could be one of any of the 12 doors. I figured the longer I was in the hall doing this the more likely someone would open their door or walk in.

Now, all through this I had dropped the paper because it seemed relatively unimportant with my predicament, and was holding the cat, who has claws, just below my beltline, if you know what I mean. The more impatient the cat got the more I feared castration. After many minutes of this terror (who's counting?) which seemed like hours, wife finally came to the door, opened it, saw me standing there with the cat , and said "What are you doing?"

[Sam Conder]

Maybe Jeffrey was talking about a "pup tent".

One of my "moments" happened years ago when my wife and I were living in a "garden apartment" building. It was the type that when you walk in the building from the front, you're in a hall way with four apartment front doors on that landing, a down staircase with four, and an upstair case leading to four. The downstair apartments are on the ground level in the back, the middle level is actually on the second floor, etc. Adding to the description the hallways on each level were tile and all the doors were metal.

At the time we had a Siamese cat that always wanted out. On this particular Sunday morning, I happened to be in the buff. I wanted to get the paper, so I cracked the door open to see how far away it was, and it was definitely out of reach. Since the door had a heavy closer, I swung it open, darted out, grabbed the paper, pivoted to get back in before the door closed, and the cat ran out. Sure enough, slammed tight with me, the paper, and the cat loose in the hall.

Well, after I got the cat and grabbed the paper, I had to knock on the door to wake up my wife, who was a heavy sleeper. Those metal doors make a huge racket in that hallway. At first tried light knocking, which turned into heavy knocking which sounds like it could be one of any of the 12 doors. I figured the longer I was in the hall doing this the more likely someone would open their door or walk in.

Now, all through this I had dropped the paper because it seemed relatively unimportant with my predicament, and was holding the cat, who has claws, just below my beltline, if you know what I mean. The more impatient the cat got the more I feared castration. After many minutes of this terror (who's counting?) which seemed like hours, wife finally came to the door, opened it, saw me standing there with the cat , and said "What are you doing?"

I bet the look on the cat's face was "priceless".

[germdoc]

I've never done anything embarassing...

Oh, well, in high school I wanted to date a very cute gal who loved to disco dance. I myself was, and am, a non-dancer by choice and by genetics. And I HATED disco. HoweverI, thought it might help me get a date to learn a few dance steps .

Imagine learning to do the Hustle, the Bump, and other great dances of that era with your younger SISTER (who was really good on the dance floor) in the living room. Imagine the polyester bell bottoms, nylon patterned shirts, big hair, shag carpetting, swag lamps, KC and the Sunshine Band.

On second thought, don't imagine that. It's too scary.

In spite of it all the cute girl went out with me only once and never again. The things we do in pursuit of the fairer sex...

[Hoakie]

I have a "trapped in the open" story as well.

On our wedding night, the beautiful new bride and I had reservations at the Embassy Suites downtown since we had to be up at 5:00 A.M. to catch our flight for our honeymoon the next morning. Since we knew we had an early flight, we made our exit from the reception at a decent hour and headed for the hotel. After room service and a chance to get better acquainted, we both crashed around 10:00, exhausted from the busy day. Sometime around 11:00 the fire alarm in the hotel went off. We got up, grabbed the nearest thing to cover ourselves and headed for the door. Our room was on the 5th floor and had a balcony overlooking the Hotel's atrium. As we reached the balcony to see what was going on, we both froze as we heard the door shut behind us, realizing neither of us had a key. The good news was it was only a false alarm. The bad news was we needed to get back into our room. Since my wife was in a skimpy silk robe and I had on my best champagne "celebration" boxers. We decided It would be best for me to make the trek down to the front desk. Needless to say, I had plenty to talk about in the elevator with the other guests (arriving at the hotel from another wedding party).
I made it down to the front desk and got the key. The LOML was thrilled to see me return and when I went to open the door...The key broke off in the lock (dating myself). At this point I could care less. Proudly made my way back down to the front desk, and escorted the maintenance guy back to the room.

The good news was they delivered complimentary room service breakfast the next morning.

[Jeffrey Schronce]

Maybe Jeffrey was talking about a "pup tent".

What is that supposed to mean? It was more like a massive 9 person tent. Not.

[Bruce Cohen]

Well you're no help!!!!

Fixed it for ya.

And I got nothin on these stories.

Hey Crokett,

Gee, Thanks for all your support, not.

[Slik Geek]

I have a "trap door in the open" story... but I don't think it beats Jeffrey's tent pitching exercise.

As a teen, I worked as a cook at a restaurant that was very popular on weekend evenings. At times, I would be whipping out food literally as fast as I could from 5:30pm until 9:00 pm. There was no time for any break whatsoever. (Our manager kept us very efficiently staffed ).

One very busy night, I had to "take a whiz" but held off, hoping that there would be a brief slowdown in orders. None came. After a while, I was too uncomfortable to concentrate on my work so I abandoned my post to go to the restroom. It was locked. Only one person could use it at a time.

I couldn't wait there because of the intense backlog of orders, so I went back to cooking. After several failed attempts at finding an unlocked door, each more urgent as the pain increased, I decided that I couldn't wait any longer.

I ran out the back door and took a quick scan around the parking lot. It was dimly lit by one streetlight in the corner. To my relief, even though the lot was overflowing with cars, there was no one in sight.

Feeling rushed, and about to burst, I didn't waste time searching for a discrete place to get relief. I just unzipped my fly right there, standing on the sidewalk two steps outside the back door, and began peeing.

Just as I felt the beginnings of much needed relief, I heard a muffled knocking sound. I looked up from my business, scanned around the lot, but saw no one. I shrugged it off. But then I heard it again, a bit louder this time, and it seemed to be coming from directly in front of me. I looked lower this time, at the car right in front of me. (I was peeing just shy of the front bumper of this car). Through the windshield of the car, I could see the faint backlit silhouette of two people in the driver and passenger seats. I couldn't make out their faces, but I could tell they were laughing hysterically by the movement of their heads.

At this point, I was well on my way to sweet relief for my bladder pain, and certainly didn't want to stop prematurely. I figured that they had already seen it all, so I just shrugged my shoulders, finished, and got back to work.

[cabinetman]

This is a good one. LOML and I took our son and his then fiance (now his wife) to the airport for their trip to Mexico (they have a time share there). Upon entering the parking garage we were all yaking about how much fun they were going to have. Got to the ticket machine that issues a parking stub. Well I'm sitting there waiting for the ticket to come out, a line is forming to our rear and the cars are starting to beep their horns. We all started to talk like maybe it ran out of tickets or something.

The beeping and honking got way out of hand and I thought for sure I'd be outside the car in a huff. Cars were backed up for a long line and wrapped around the garage so that a lot of cars couldn't even get out of their parking spaces. This was the only exit from this one garage.

Pretty soon, it was mayhem. The sound was deafening with all the horns going off. You don't feel like a celebrity at that point. Anyway a couple of cops came to my car and wanted to know what the heck my problem was. I told 'em no ticket came out.
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>He pointed to a small button on the bottom with the words printed below it: PRESS BUTTON FOR TICKET
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