I’ve worn my shirt inside out at work. Not so bad with a golf shirt and kind of hard to see.
Once I was getting in the car at home to go to work when I figured i should probably go inside and put on a shirt. I’m starting to acclimate to Florida culture…
The worst one I had was in high school, close to the last day of school. I was on the swim team, and the coach let us just play around instead of swimming laps. I tried to backflip off of the diving board, and when I hit the water, my swim trunks just… shredded. The only thing left was the waistband and a few scraps of cloth. My friends thought it was hilarious, and wouldn’t get me a towel… so I just mustered whatever dignity I had left and walked back to the boy’s locker room, literally bare-ass naked, with my hands cupping my crotch. The locker room, by the way, was about fifty feet away in the school’s hallway. Luckily, only the swim team saw this happen.
Last year I installed a bidet attachment to my toilet. Everyone who came over would try it out by standing above it and turning on the handle to see how it worked, and squirt themselves in the face. Except for one sister, who I warned about not doing that. Instead, she somehow managed to come out of the bathroom with the lower back of her shirt all wet. She was completely unaware until I pointed it out.
I think I’ve posted this here before, but my friend’s parents went to a shopping mall movie theater. Afterwards the wife used the theater bathroom. Then they walked into the mall and she went shopping while the husband opted to sit and read. When she finally came back and he got up to leave, he noticed that she had a long train of toilet paper hanging down the back of her pants. Luckily she had a good sense of humor and thought it was hilarious.
True, but I just wanted to emphasize that it didn’t happen when I got into a ride, which would have been even more embarrassing.
Drove 3 hours to a wedding wearing my ratty old trainers, only to realise I’d left my dressy shoes at home. I’d also put my hair in rag curls for the journey, so I stuck a hat on over them and made an emergency trip to the nearest shopping centre. Despite usually being unable to find anything that fits, I had amazing luck and found a nice pair of fancy sandals that I’ve worn many times since. It did make us late for the wedding, unfortunately.
Rear seam in pants split wide open. Went to boss, explained, got permission to go to nearby store, tried on pants, wore them out of store, told cashier, ring 'em up, put old ones in bag got back to work within half an hour.
Met a friend for breakfast at a diner. One of those classic places with a super long counter. The loo was at the very back of the restaurant. After availing myself of the facilities, I strolled through the restaurant to our booth, which was at the front of the restaurant.
I didn’t realize I’d inadvertently tucked my skirt into my tights at the back until I’d already given the restaurant patrons a show. My friend was laughing so hard I thought she’d choke.
How embarrassing!
I went to an early morning appointment with my dentist and apparently wasn’t very awake when I got dressed. It wasn’t till I got back to my car that I discovered I had my shirt on inside out. I wondered why the dentist and his staff kept sniggering.
Not me, but a coworker. When I was in the Navy, I worked the midnight shift in the squadron. Naturally, we wore uniforms. One of the guys in the shop was a strapping 6’5" Texan, not that his state is relevant. Because we started work at 11 and because he didn’t want to disturb his wife, he’d dress in the dark. Which is why he showed up one night wearing pink socks.
Yeah, we gave him all kinds of grief about it. And I don’t think he actually bought pink socks - I doubt anyone made socks that big in pink. I suspected white socks laundred with something red.
Well, one does want a hint of color.
I empathize with all of you (while still filled with relief that I’m not the only one).
Another of my mishaps involved someone else who actually bore the worst of it:
Many years ago a friend and I lived together and worked at the same fancy, shcmancy market (Bristol Farms). We both worked the opening shift one morning after a typical night of drunken shenanigans. Somehow, probably due to hangover / lack of sleep, we managed to dress in each other’s jeans. I’m petite 5’2 and she is statuesque 5’6. I kind of figured out why my jeans were loose and puddling around my ankles but it was too late, and besides, I worked behind a counter where no one would really see me. She was a cashier and at some point paged me to come to her register, where she came out from behind it wearing my jeans that were skintight and stopped about an inch above her ankles. One of the biggest laughs I can recall ever having.
Eons ago I bowled on a womens league. Before leaving for the bowling alley, I grabbed the jeans I’d worn briefly the day before. Later, oh I guess in the second game, I was standing on the approach after rolling the ball. I felt something on my leg. I looked down, and my underwear from the day before that I’d apparently taken off with my jeans, were hanging out of my pant leg.
Oh, my dog it was sooo embarrassing. I was trying to get my team mates to bring me my jacket, but they didn’t understand what I was saying. One of them tried to offer me a napkin. I finally got my jacket and scooped up the offending undies with it. 
At the banquet end of season I received a giant pair of granny pants on poster board as an awared. 
I was in a high school choir about to get on stage with the other guys. I put on another guy’s shoes because they looked alike. Afterwards he pointed out to me they were his. I started to hand them to him when these puddles of sweat came pouring out. He looked at me in disgust and said, “Gross! You keep ‘em!”
Left the bathroom and walked across the restaurant to be told by my friends that I had my dress tucked into my panty hose.
Gone to work and realized that I had my sweater or shirt inside out.
When I take a sweater off at the end of the day, I leave it laying out, or hang it up, inside out. Because I wear most sweaters outside of another shirt I don’t wash them every time. I’ve finally trained myself to make sure that my sweater is the right side out.
The blouse has a very busy pattern, and after washing I must have hung it up on the hanger inside out. As it only has a drawstring at the neck, there’s no buttons or snaps to indicate whether it’s inside out. And the side seams are quite small, and the tag is on the side, around my waist.
Oh, and I have had jeans that decided to have a catastrophic failure in the inner thigh area while I was at work. It wasn’t really visible, but I now make sure to stop wearing jeans with such wear to work.
I don’t think anybody saw anything, but my underwear decided to slide down within my jeans. Really annoying. Had to find a bathroom so I could pull them up again.
I think your GF wins the thread.
Decades ago I was at a laundromat laundering sleeping bags. It was late at night and I was the only one there.
A guy walked in with a garbage bag. He dumped the clothes in a machine, took his socks off and added them. Then he took off his shirt and tossed it in. Then his jeans.
My stuff took a long time. I considered leaving, but stayed. He walked around in boxer shorts the entire time. I later found out the laundromat was next door to a halfway house of some kind.
On more than one occasion I’ve neglected to zip up after a trip to the Faculty Men’s Room. These days it’s no big deal because all of my shirts are worn untucked and they’re long enough to cover the area. But I distinctly remember an instance when I was lecturing, walking around in front of the class with a shirt that didn’t. Lots of giggles that turned to guffaws when I told them to “Zip it!” Finally one of the boys in the back of the room quietly stood up and mimed zipping his jeans while nodding at me. A quick step behind the lectern and things were put right. I then asked for a show of hands from students who had had mishaps like that happen to them. We got a few, all laughed and we proceeded with class.
Back in high school they used to do one “free” day a year, where you could sign up to do anything you wanted for the day. I signed up for free swim.
It was a very popular choice so the school pool was extremely crowded. They passed out suits, you didn’t bring your own, and the only ones left were way too large for me. I cinched it up as best I could and went to the pool.
I had been practicing my jack knife dives, and I got on the board and jumped as high as I could before Jack-knifing and diving to the bottom…
….where I realized my big loose swimsuit had been pulled down to my feet and gotten all twisted around so I couldn’t easily pull it back up. I had to stay underwater as long as I could hold my breath and frantically get the suit untangled so I wouldn’t have to surface in my birthday suit. I just managed to do it, but several students had goggles and swim masks on, so they could have gotten an amusing show.
Love that movie. 