I came back from a break at work maybe 5 months ago, and when I sat in my chair the arm caught in my left pocket and torn my slacks open from waste to knee. My red swingline stapler came in very handy, and I don’t think anyone else even noticed.
Back in college though, I had a friend I’ll call Missy (cause that was her name… probably still is, too!). Missy woke up late one morning and, rushing to get to her job on time, grabbed the shirt and tight jeans she had been wearing the night before and threw them on. She had been at work for maybe a half hour before someone brought her attention down to her feet, where the panties she had been wearing the night before were waving from the cuff of her jeans. :eek:
The thought of **Leah M’s ** pants slowly but certainly leaving her was hot enough, but then when **FairyChatMom ** actually yanked her undies off in the parking lot … all I can say is, “Hubba, hubba, hubba!”
Yeah, I know, you were mortified. The difference is, if a guy’s tighty whities show through, everybody’s grossed out. When it happens to the ladies, it’s somehow titillating.
I really love this story, but the lady shouldn’t have been so embarrassed. It’s not like she took the crap! Meanwhile, look who’s talking. I would be tempted to just drop the leash and pretend not to know that dog.
My favorite part is where a car ran over the poop and smeared it all over the crosswalk.
One of the extremely few times I’ve blushed was when my husband and I were in line to checkout at Safeway, and there were some very nice bananas right by the checkout. I decided we should get some of those, too, and tried to pull a couple off the bunch. I still don’t know exactly what happened, but the bananas came off all of a sudden and went flying about 10 feet. My husband almost died laughing. I wasn’t mortified or anything (I was laughing too), but who flings bananas?
I had a pair of jeans in high school that fit me most righteously. However, the knees were getting terribly faded. I decided to soak them in a tubful of bleach in an attempt to even out the color a bit. So naturally, I forgot about them for a while and when I came back, they were gorgeously snow white. What else to do but pair them with a bitchin shirt and go up to the bowling alley?
So my best friend and I were at the bowling alley, and we ran into the two guys we had crushes on, and life was really good…until I went to use the bathroom, and when I pushed my jeans down, they split vertically on both sides of the zipper. My shirt wasn’t quite long enough to conceal the whole, um, view, so that was the end of bowling for that Saturday night. The guy I liked was quite willing to drive me home, but we decided it would be better if my girl friend dropped me off that time.
When I was a freshman in college, I hung around the Drama Department quite a bit, and I managed to land the title role in Aristophanes’ Lysistrata. The play was wonderful, the director was insightful, the role was great, the supporting cast members were strong, the audience was responsive. The only problem was that on opening night, my costume (a bedsheet that had been artfully draped like a toga) came unpinned and fell halfway off, exposing one of my breasts. I had to carry on with Lysistrata’s dialogue while struggling to fix my wardrobe malfunction. Auggh. My face is turning red just thinking about this, even though it happened more than forty years ago.
When I was dating my second husband we were sitting in his van late in the evening talking. Well one thing led to another and the van was rocking. I was getting dressed and I could not find my bra. We searched every where in the van and it was no where.
I figured we would find in the next day when it was light outside.
He found it in the pant leg of his jeans. It has worked its way out as he sat at the bar that he stopped at for a drink on the way home. He never lived that down.
I have no clue how my bra made it into the pant leg of his jeans.
If by accident you mean pooping your pants at WalMart and having to leave your underpants in the trash after having to walk through the entire store to reach the restrooms, then nope, never. :o
The other day, I was walking home from work, and I realized how loose my panties were on my waist. Normally I wouldn’t notice this, but I was wearing a skirt. Every so often, I would have to stop and hitch them up.
There was a moment during my walk (it’s a long one) when I found myself in a throng of pedestrians and traffic. So I couldn’t discretely do the “hitch up” I so desparately needed to do. I just kept walking and walking until I could feel my drawls creeping down my thighs. Panic set in. What if they dropped right there in the middle of the street!
Finally, it occurred to me that either way, I was going to be embarrassed. So I stopped and pulled them up (through the skirt) and held on to them the rest of the way.
When I was a little kid, like four years old, I was doing some runway modeling for Montgomery Ward children’s clothes. I vaguely remember that I was modeling pajamas. Anyhow I guess I must have been nervous because I peed myself right in the middle of the runway.
I also remember that I got in BIG trouble for it. :eek:
As far as recent stuff, I’m sure there is some, but I think for me that peeing on a runway that was the most embarrassing public accident I ever had.
If I can think of some adult embarrassing stuff I’ll post it. Hey, it’s cathartic!
Actually I know that incident must’ve stuck with me because forever after (I continued to model on and off until my early 30’s) I never, ever, ever ate or drank anything before a gig.
Ah, see now, that’s where I was lucky - when my sarong slipped its knot and slid around and down, I managed to drop the armload of files I was carrying and catch it - and only one person in the office noticed - and he didn’t see my knickers …
Incidentally, I found myself trapped in a bathroom stall at work this morning when my zipper decided to magically transform from a zipper into two useless rows of zipper teeth that are no longer interconnected.
A few frantic PANTSMERGENCY!! text messages later, my boss brought me a sewing kit and a safety pin, but I’m still grateful I’m wearing a long sweater today.
I mean, I’m in front of a training room filled with 9 bored adults who I only met yesterday AND commando. I mean, really.
I’ve had pants split on me before, but never in a very embarrassing situation. The most recent was a much beloved pair of jeans, but it happened at home while I was studying. My husband and I laughed at it (it made a very loud RIP noise when it happened!) but I just kept wearing them until I went to bed. Nothing to see that husband hasn’t seen, and the rip was angled in such a way as to not show anything anyways!
I’ve had 3 different pairs of pants (all bought at the same store!) split open at work. The fabric itself didn’t tear, but the stitching (always in the same area, right between my legs!) just unraveled. I don’t buy pants there anymore. Lucky for me, I used to work in a lab and wore long lab coats all day, so I was able to hide the split with the coat. I carry a small sewing kit in my purse now.
I just remembered something that I haven’t thought about in years. Back in kindergarten, we were getting changed for gym class, and for some reason we did this right in the class room, at our desks. As I pulled down my pants to get my shorts on, I realised that I didn’t have any underwear on and I freaked a little and pulled my pants back up. I didn’t know what to do, but finally put on the t-shirt, and tried to hold it down as I finished getting changed. The boy beside me (R.M.!) noticed and laughed at me, and I remember being so embarrassed and ashamed!
