pinkyeye wrote: » I wouldn't tell my most embarrassing moment here because they're all pretty tame here but I had a few when I worked in a cinema years ago. 1. A kid puked all over the lobby and in my rush to put down a wet floor sign I slipped on the puke and tried grabbing for my colleague to save me, caught him by the bollix and both of us ended up on the floor in the puke with him in agony. 2. When standing on what we called the dropbox you constantly said "can I take your tickets off you there please?" in auto pilot. There was an absolutely drop dead gorgeous fella coming towards me and my filthy mind obviously wandered because instead I said "can I take your clothes off you there please?" 30 years later I'm still remembered for that. About 50 people pissing themselves laughing and this poor fella going redder by the minute. :D
wakka12 wrote: » Haha, I started blushing when I read the second one, dont know which position is more embarassing, his or yours
Leg End Reject wrote: » I just want to know if his clothes were removed ...
antodeco wrote: » A year ago, 2 months after I got my gallbladder out, I went to fire restaurant for dinner. Lots of rich foods meant my stomach wasn't the best (anyone who has had their gallbladder removed will know this). So post meal, decided to wander over to the Dawson lounge for a pint of Guinness. Halfway across the road, I trusted a fart that I shouldn't have. I waddle to the pub, order a Guinness and go to the Jax to tidy up. No Jax roll. What do I do? My Guinness was ready, and as I was looking forward to the pint, instood there, consuming my pint, in full knowledge I had the equivalent of a melted mars bar down my hole. Finish the pint, post haste, and waddle off to burger king on Grafton Street to use their Jax. Wander down. Queue for 5 minutes while the one cubicle is in use. The previous chap finishes, and in I wander. No Jax roll again. Disaster. So thinking, I decide to wander down to McDonalds. At this stage, the mars bar had turned into something akin to a mud bath and a vienetta. Held together tightly by my arse cheeks. Making a provereable chocolate diamond. Eventually make it to McDonalds. Only the disabled toilet free. I didn't care. In I wandered and relieved myself of this goo as well as the internal rumblings that had continued. After about 10 minutes there was knocking on the door. Security guard thought I was up to something. I opened the door and obviously a poo particle wave hit his nostrils as he realised the gravitas of the situation. That was embarrassing.
Candie wrote: » I was crossing a major intersection on a windy day and my dress blew up around my head and I couldn't get it down. I was wearing cartoon drawers too. I could hear people laughing in their cars. I called my old boss Dad in a very big and very serious meeting. I call my dad by name so I don't know where that came from. I greeted someone I knew in a crowded shop but it was my own reflection in a mirror and loads of people overheard. Not that long ago, I saw my OH coming down an escalator towards me in a shop while I was waiting for him, and I gave him the finger-guns-of-love to the heart, did a little 3 part panto of holstering the imaginary guns, then realised it wasn't him. The shame. Should have gone to SpecSavers. So, so many more.
Signore Fancy Pants wrote: » Honeydew is better.
fryup wrote: » 5 pages in....and not one "caught wankin" story, i'm disappointed
Purple Mountain wrote: » A few years ago I had my first all over spray tan for my son's communion day. Since it was my first one, I was a bit perplexed by it all especially the contrast between my glowing body and the pasty white butt part where I had left the paper knickers on.
Alondra Little Drivel wrote: » Shortly after I moved into my house, my parents were dropping off a desk they were getting rid of. I was just lazing around the house wearing harem pants (big wide legged drapey hippie things). And no underwear. My housemate knows my parents so he came out to say hi then offered to help me carry the disassembled desk up the stairs. Argh. I was walking a few steps ahead of him, carrying one of the panels of the desk which was very wide, so I couldn't really turn, and very heavy. As we're going up the stairs, with my arse RIGHT at his eye level, I just walk the pants right off myself. Couldn't turn, couldn't just drop the panel, trying frantically to balance the panel on the next step with one hand, grab my pants from around my ankles with the other, he's stood there with his eyes screwed shut, laughing his head off going "I saw nothing, I swear!" which was a very gentlemanly lie. Every time he saw me for the next few days he'd start laughing again. Oh, and on the bus theme. Last year I started to walk into work one morning then thought feckit I'll stop and hop on a bus, I was tired and a wee bit hungover. So waited at the next stop I passed, not my usual stop. Bus comes, driver opens the door, looks at me uncertainly and asks if I'm waiting for a bus. Eejit thinks I, why else would I be standing there? He kindly pointed out that I was in fact standing beside an ESB pole about 15 feet away from the stop I muttered something about how I can see the road better from this angle (ugh) and sat my dumb ass down.
eviltwin wrote: » Walked in on two family members riding. Both were butt naked, I saw everything. I'm still traumatised by it.
Bigbagofcans wrote: » :D That reminds me, a friend works in beauty giving spray tans. She's had a few women put the paper thong on the wrong way around - they put the 'thong' part to the front leaving everything hanging out!
decky1 wrote: » When i was young around 10 maybe my mother sent me to pay for some bottled gas , as i went into the shop i notice a wire rack with books about cookers etc, on the way out when passing said rack the toggle of my coat [which had a hood] went in someway to the wire rack, and for the life of me i could'nt get it out, so i'm at the door pulling rack and hood while the assistant is standing at the counter looking down at me she must have thought i was having a fit of some sort, have e never forgot that day all those years ago.
banie01 wrote: » Family members? Like blood relatives?
eviltwin wrote: » No nothing like that but definitely two people who should not have been having sexy time together
mr_fegelien wrote: » Remember a few years back when I boarded a coach bus from Drogheda to Dublin to go to school. Mother loaded money into my card and promised me it'd be there. There were about 15 people at the bus stop. Got in and the driver told me I had no money on my card and I didn't have any change so I had to squish people getting out.
Melania Frump wrote: » Mine involved 3 other people and I am taking it to the grave. It was so many years ago but I still go red at the thought. I have said too much.