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Once, at school during an important test, this girl threw up all over the floor on the way to the bathroom. And it really stank! 
I loaned a friend some paper while in the 6th grade. On one of the sheets was a poem I had written to a girl in the class I had a crush on. Of course, he let everyone within earshot know then he read it in front of the whole class. I got him back later in the year. The 2 of us and another friend challenged each other to wear something that belonged to our mothers to school the next day. We decided on nylons. I wore a pair of knee highs under my socks. The other guy chickened out and wore nothing of his mothers. My friend wore a pair of panty hose. Apparently when you mix panty hose, a warm day and plastic seats on school chairs, it can become quite uncomfortable. Our teacher asked him if he had a problem because he was squirming in his chair. Before he could answer, I told her that he had his mother’s panty hose on. Of course, everyone in the class started laughing. He tried to accuse me of wearing them too but I had taken the knees highs off and was able to show my boyish legs sans knee highs to the class. He had to go the the office and his mother was called. It was suggested to his mother that he gets some professional help.
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You know how, as a child, everyone tells you not to swing back on the rear legs of chairs, or you’ll fall off and crack your head open?
Well, one time at school in English class, we were having quiet reading time. Everyone just sitting still for an hour in dead silence while the teacher did marking or picked his horses or something. And I was rocking my seat further and further back as I plodded through some Dickens.
Well, at that point my (then) best friend Scott decided it’d be funny just to give my chair-leg a little tug and frighten me. He reached over and gave a tiny, almost unnoticed yank. I totally lost my balance, and the chair shot backwards smacking my head into an old iron radiator, and me and my chair fell to the ground. My scream and a huge thump shattered the silence of the classroom, and everyone turned to stare and laugh.
Then someone noticed that there was blood flowing from the back of my head. I had to go to hospital and get it stapled back together again. And I became the eternal cautionary tale for my younger brother and sisters never to swing back on furniture.
When I where around 15 years old, I visited a public swimming pool/hall together with a friend. We showered before entering, my friend was done some time before me and went in the water first.
When I was done I headed for the pool and saw my friend in the far end of it.
While approaching him I noticed he stared a bit weird at me and then started to laugh - I looked down and noticed I had forgotten to put on my swimming pants. I know you’re not supposed to run around the side of the pool, but when you’re naked and the pool is filled with teenage girls laughing at you, you don’t care… :smack:
Everyones favorite nightmare come true 
Oh mah Gawd!
I was, like, in geometry class one day and, like, I was talking to this totally cute crush and, like, I farted and started my period at the same time and it was, like, totally embarassing. And then, like, I tried to, like, kiss him and I puked in his face, and my mom came in and called me by my middle name! How embarassing!
I’ve got three . . .
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In third grade, my Mom forced me to eat my oatmeal for breakfast. When I told her I felt sick and that I was going to throw up, she said, “Nonsense!” and made me eat it anyway. I was a real shy, quiet kid, the youngest person in my class. I didn’t know that if you had to throw up you could just get up and run to the bathroom. So holding my hand over my mouth, I walked up to my teacher’s desk. I removed my hand to ask permission to go to the bathroom, and vomited all over her desk. :o She started screaming at me to run to the bathroom, so I ran, vomiting all the way. By the time I finally got to the bathroom, I was through vomiting. Although it wouldn’t surprise me if the rest of my class had started by then!
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I was taking a swimming class in high school. I was at the deep end of the pool, and put my arms up on the edge and pulled myself out. My bathing suit didn’t come up with me, and I flashed my boobs to everyone in class!!! :eek:
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My first date with a guy I had a big crush on. We went to see the Christmas lights in downtown Salt Lake City, and then went to a mall and had frozen yogurt. I finished before him, and was nervously fidgeting with my glass of water. I was horrified when I realized I had turned the water over and dumped water and ice all over myself and the floor. We grabbed napkins and cleaned everything up. I wanted to leave, but he refused (he was enjoying my humiliation too much). So I was rocking back and forth in my seat; one of the chair legs caught on a stray piece of ice; and I was rocked out of the chair onto the floor. My date was roaring with laughter, and I was wishing I could melt into the floor. :o
My most embarrassing moment took place this morning.
I went outside to pick black raspberries for breakfast. Instead of going the long way through the parking lot and down the road, I decided to take a short cut down a very steep slope slick with last night’s rain.
I slid twenty feet on my ass.
I really wish I had a video of that.
I was in 8th grade, living with my dad in Florida. This was the year they invented maxipads with “wings” but earlier in the year. As those of you who have used the “pre-wing” pads know, the old ones leaked. No matter what. The first drop of blood to touch them would almost always make a beeline for one or both sides and make a break for freedom.
And so I would always wrap toilet paper around and around the crotch of my underwear after I stuck the pad on. This would usually keep my clothes from announcing my business to the world.
It was afternoon… I was wearing a skirt that day… I had taken the school bus home, as always, and walked the 3 blocks to my dad’s apartment. I went first to my room and dropped off my books, then to the bathroom to change my pad.
It wasn’t there.
I mean it was gone. Missing. All of it, toilet paper and all.
To this day I don’t know where it fell out, but it could have been any time after lunch… I sometimes wonder if there is someone out there who still tells their friends of the time back in jr. high when they were walking to class and some girl ahead of them “dropped a maxi” in the hall…
And then there was the time in high school… one of the plays I was in required almost the whole ensemble cast to be onstage facing stage right. I had to exit stage right and make a quick costume change. The wings were very very small, only about 5’ between the curtain legs and the wall. There was no time to run backstage so for every performance, I had to change from a blouse and pants to a TOGA right there, with the entire cast of the show looking–more or less-- right at me. Oh yeah, I had to take off my bra because otherwise it showed because of how the toga was cut.
Actually, it wasn’t that embarassing, but I think it probably would have been for someone else.
A friend of mine went from the restroom to the dance floor with her dress tucked into her panty hose. :eek:
Like OpalCat, I found toilet paper useful during my periods. Except I would use it as a maxi-pad when I didn’t have any. So one day, I was walking by “stud-row” where all the football players hung out. I was wearing pants with loose legs, and I felt the makeshift pad escape my underwear, then it traveled down my leg, then it fell out the bottom of my pants. But the worse part is, some of it was still caught in the elastic of my underwear, so I was dragging it behind me like a bloody banner.
Jacksen9, it happened to me, too—I think it’s a rite of passage for many women (and an episode of Designing Women, too!). I was walking to the bus stop one morning when the nicest perspn in the world pulled her car over and tipped me off that I had my skirt tucked into the back of my pantyhose . . . I never wore that danmed skirt again; couldn’t trust the little bastard.
Throwing up on public transport features largely in my list of most embarrassing moments.
Other experiences include walking in on my flat mate and her b/f naked and asleep in the living room.
Finding out that aforementioned b/f was the registrar who was going to do my pre-operation (fully body) examination, I absolutely refused that.
Wandering over to mum / dad when I was little and grabbing their hand / leg etc only to find out its the wrong person.
But the Number One on my list would be when I was working in Dads surgery and he was doing a pap smear – legally in Oz a male doctor is required to have a female staff member present when he does a pap smear. No other female staff in the office at the time so I had to do it. Watching my daddy stick things inside a lady’s vagina and try and distract her from what was happening without cringing. Made sure that it never happened again.
After a few years of riding the bus or bumming rides of friends, I finally bought a car a few months back… Now, I don’t have a lot of money, so I bought an old used car, and when I bought it, I knew there were a few things wrong with it, including a broken air conditioner. I bought my car during the winter months, and until a few weeks ago, I never had cause to roll down the windows. This will become important shortly…
Once I got a car, I quickly developed a habit of singing along with the CD player as I drove to and from work. Actually, I’d say it’s more of an obsession with singing in the car - I tend to listen to the same CD over and over again, and I tend to get to the point where I can follow right along, pretty close to exactly in time with the lyrics, even if I can’t actually sing on key. I also tend to unconsciously attempt to mimic the singer on the disc in terms of pitch, meaning that I will start out singing in a male voice, but if the singer is female, I’ll gradually slip into a falsetto. Friends have told me this is “scary,” as I can generally match most female singers for pitch, if not quality.
I also am a big anime fan. Although I know only a very minimal amount of Japanese (I am learning though), I particularly enjoy the voice work of Megumi Hayashibara, who in addition to appearing in numerous anime series, is also a pop singer with about a dozen CDs to her name. I like her voice, and enjoy listening to her even though I don’t really understand a good portion of what she’s saying.
So a few weeks back, I bought (another) one of her CDs. I really liked it, a few songs in particular, and had gotten to the point where I could sing along with it phonetically, with a fair degree of accuracy even though I really don’t understand most of it. It had been an unusually lousy day, and as I was driving home from work, I found I was really getting into it, singing along with the CD, banging my hands on the steering wheel, nodding my head back and forth in time with the music, and just generally really belting it out.
I pull up to a stop light, and I’m waiting there, still singing, with even more fervor now that I momentarily don’t have to pay attention to driving. In falsetto. In Japanese. As I’m singing the final chorus to one of my particular favorite songs, I get a kind of funny feeling. I look to my left.
The first thing I notice is that I have the window open (since it’s now summer).
The second thing I notice, parked next to me at the light, is a big 5-seater BMW convertible full to the limit with high-school age boys, all of whom are staring at me, literally, with open mouths.
I got the air conditioner fixed that weekend.
One night, my boyfriend and I had a little party with a friend of ours named Jennifer. We were getting pretty drunk and we started talking about sex. Jennifer mentioned that she loved it when her man (another friend) rubbed ice cubes on her clit. I hadn’t ever had that done and was curious. My babe got an ice cube for me and I stripped down and stuffed it in as far as I could get it. As messed up as I was, it was a surprise when I started feeling really cold down there. I sat up a little and pushed the cube out. At the time I thought it was really funny. The next morning I didn’t remember the incident until Jennifer looked at me with a funky expression. I’m sure I turned crimson as it slowly dawned on me what was wrong. To think, our friendship has never been the same since.
My youngest daughter liked to take baths with me for awhile. One evening when she was about two and a half, she asked me about pubic hair. I explained that mommys get hair down there and forgot about it. The next day we were in line at the grocery store and she proudly announced to the checker and anyone else who was around that “My mommy has fur on her bottom!” Now they all think I have a hairy ass or something.
Witnessed: Fourth grade gym class, class nerd. She’s wearing these hideous coral coloured spandex shorts. Teacher gets everyone to sit in a circle. Nerd sits down to reveal a huge hole in the crotch of her shorts, and the fact that she forgot to wear underwear that morning. Oops.
7th grade. Sunday school took a field trip to eat at Arby’s (fast food restaurant that serves bfast) while the parents were in sermon. Friend and I had one too many sodas and hit da baffroom. There’s one urinal and one stall. My friend goes in first and grabs the urinal. I grab the stall and commence my urination. Feeling a little bubble, I decide to let fly a harmless air biscuit… only to realize what I had just released was nothing but airy. Shit poured forth like a landslide and filled up my underwear, socks and shoes. Seemed like it was everywhere. IT WAS EVERYWHERE.
Well, here I am in an Arby’s baffroom with 30 of my fellow Sunday schoolers outside and I’m covered in shit. The first thing anyone would do in this situation is get out of your pants, underwear, socks and shoes and try to clean up. Problem is, you can’t clean up enough to cover up a dilemna such as this. Did I mention the shit was everywhere? Next thing I know, every boy in Sunday school is jumping up to hang on the stall door to see me bottom-ass naked with a pile of shit stained clothes in the corner.
After about an hour, Mom was called to come get me and the Sunday school bus left. Being the great person that she is, she cleaned up the entire baffroom, disposed of my soiled garments and wrapped a black garbage bag around me like you might do with a towel when exiting the shower. Note- I was in that baffroom for a total of 2 hours.
I left the Arby’s baffroom during peak lunch hours wearing nothing but a garbage bag around my waist. I’m sure the stories are still flying about what the Hell those people witnessed that day.
I’ve yet to experience that problem again, 17 years later. I can call myself lucky… imagine if that happened on a date.
Everybody shits.
Allan and I witnessed this on campus one morning- we were sitting on a bench talking and as this VERY pretty girl was walking down the path everyone was stopping and laughing at her- pointing, doubling over with laughter. We didn’t know why until she walked past us (It was VERY busy- at least 150 people probably saw her and laughed) and I’m proud to say that the moment I saw why I jumped up, went after her, and tipped her off. She was mortified, but was very grateful.
I check my skirts often when I wear 'em. I couldn’t belive people would just let her walk by them like that. I mean, it was a FULL moon.
Zette
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Saw my parents doing it.
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Accidentally sat in a girl’s lap on a public bus when it stopped suddenly.