It's Friday, and I'm bored, so let's share some embarrassing stories.
Mine happened only a few weeks ago. My sister and BIL are about to move for the first time in two years. Two years ago BIL was rushed to the hospital and had his appendix removed about a week before the move, and was on doctor's orders not to lift anything. Well, this time around I sent a joke-email to my sister and BIL (on which my mom and dad were cc'd) saying "which of you will need emergency surgery THIS time to get out of moving?"
And here's the embarrassing part: I had no idea, but only hours before I sent the email BIL was checked into the ER and had a CT scan because of mysterious abdominal pain, and sister was at the hospital with him where the doctors said he might need emergency surgery for internal bleeding. Everyone was freaked out, and I felt so terrible!
Luckily after a two night stay in the ER the doctors determined he had just bruised some body part we'd never heard of in the small intestines, and he's totally fine and able to move (and went on a 10 mile hike yesterday). But man I was mortified!
I fell face first down an entire floor of (concrete) stairs in 10th grade. I was mortified.
I also went over the handlebars of my bike when I was 10, and skidded on the gravel road in a tank top and shorts for about fifty feet in front of the 'cool' girls who happened to be walking by. They came running over ad walked my bike home for me while I left a trail of blood behind me. I made it all the way home without crying. I did scream though when my mom started cleaning out the gaping wounds with a toothbrush.
It was Easter, and my sister and I were doing an Easter Egg hunt outside on our front lawn. Oh yeah, and we were both in our 20s. My sister decided that since I was finding all the eggs, she wanted to get her revenge, so as I bolted across the yard, pastel egg in sight, she stuck out her foot to trip me and yelled "TRIP!"
I think her plan was that I'd notice, laugh, and then we'd share some chocolate or something, but with my eye on the prize I totally didn't react fast enough, and fell flat on my face on the lawn, right as a mini van full of children drove by, slowing down so that all the passengers could point and laugh at me.
How did you flip onto a pickup from a bike?! Are you sure you're not a stunt double?
Also, during the summer between 6th and 7th grade on of my friends road her bike into a parked car. She was fine, but I felt so bad for her since it went around the entire school at the start of the year and everyone was making fun of her.
That is what I did. I flipped into the back of a parked pickup. I was going at top speed chasing my brother, turned at the last minute and ran into the back of the pickup at an angle. I went over the tailgate into the bed of the pickup. It hurt pretty bad! I had a huge, huge goose egg on the side of my head for a week.
There's a common theme here-I should not be allowed to ride a bike.
When I was about 9 years old, I went scouting with my dad and a few of his friends. This is basically where a bunch of doods wander around in the woods and decide where they'll put their tree-stands and tents so they know exactly where to set up camp once hunting season starts.
Shortly after we got there, my dad and his friends were marking where they'd put their tents. I was reading a book and eating a snack. They got done and we went for a walk through the woods. I learned that my snack of dried apricots was not a wise idea. I pooped my pants. A lot (I ate like 1/4 lb of dried apricots).
I forgot to mention that it was November. We were in VA and we live in PA. I had to walk back to where they were going to set up camp and get cleaned up (which meant dunking my butt in a creek) while my dad took care of my pants. I sat in the truck with my coat over my legs waiting for my dad's friends to get back. We drove to a walmart where dad bought me new underwear and a pair of jeans which I put on in the truck while his friends stood outside. And then we drove all the way home to PA.
I called my mother "mommy" in front of the whole class in the 4th grade. I know that some of us may still refer to our mothers as "mommy" to this day, but I did not- even then. My face was burning.
I'm still a little embarrassed when I think about it. Mostly because my dad is still friends with most of those guys so I still see them often. And they all know that I pooped myself.
At the time, they all pretended to not know what was going on. Yeah, right. At least they all seem to have agreed to never mention it again.
Feel free to laugh at my expense though. I can usually make most people feel better with that story.
Andplusalso, there's the time a girl I was friends with took off running through a parking lot to go say hi to a guy she liked (read: he was hot and she gawked at him all the time since worked in the same strip mall). She ran straight into one of those little blue handicapped parking signs and it knocked her straight out on her back. The guy saw everything. They ended up getting married. Years from now their kids will be all "dad, how'd you meet mom?" Heh, heh, heh... that's one for the grandkids.
Post by partiallysunny on Jul 6, 2012 12:57:08 GMT -5
None of my stories seem as bad now.
When I was in 4th grade I tried to cheat on a spelling test. Of course, I got caught. Instead of sucking it up and taking my punishment, I cried like a bitch infront of the whole class, snot and all, begging my teacher not to tell my parents. The only time I ever tried to cheat, lol.
I was also caught picking my nose and eating it in 7th grade. I don't know if I ever lived that down.
There was also a time a friend said something about my "kitties" to me and the teacher thought he said "titties" and gave him detention. The teacher didn't believe me when I stood up for him. I was blushing bright red and laughing all at the same time.
In 10th grade, a friend gave me a CD he wanted me to listen to. I started singing along LOUDLY, not realizing the bell had rung, class had started, and the teacher was calling my name.
I fell face first down an entire floor of (concrete) stairs in 10th grade. I was mortified.
I also went over the handlebars of my bike when I was 10, and skidded on the gravel road in a tank top and shorts for about fifty feet in front of the 'cool' girls who happened to be walking by. They came running over ad walked my bike home for me while I left a trail of blood behind me. I made it all the way home without crying. I did scream though when my mom started cleaning out the gaping wounds with a toothbrush.
If it makes you feel better, at 16, *I* went over the handlebars of my bike (riding home at dusk, the gear caught on a hump in the grass...except I didn't go over. I got ALMOST over, then my shoe-lace caught on the handlebars. Which was much much worse, seeing as my bike and I managed to have to hobble the remaining mile home, attached to each other.
My friend's coworker picked her, her sister and me up from school right after the homecoming parade. And when I say right after, we were the first vehicle behind the last float so the parade was still going down the street and students were watching the parade.
We stuffed all four of us in the cab of friend's dad's truck and left the pick-up area. We went a fraction of a block (down the parade route) to the first street and turned left. Well, the truck turned left. I didn't. The door latch opened and I went flying out. Flying was fine, landing wasn't. I broke my leg and ankle. In front of pretty much the entire student body of my high school. I went to the doctor, who put me in a cast that went all the way up to my hip.
Even better, I was in driver's ed at the time and our next lesson was "why we should all wear seatbelts while vehicles are moving." I could see people turning back to me as part of the lesson plan. My claim to fame in high school was falling out of a truck. People would ask what happened, I'd mumble something and get "OH, YOU'RE THE ONE!" for the rest of the school year.
I slipped on ice a winter or two ago. In a parking lot after the Christmas ballet. With a full bladder. Straight on my tailbone. My bladder was no longer full when I was able to get up. Not long after that stellar experience I was walking from my office to DH's and slipped on the roadway right outside my office, fracturing my patella.
Post by picklepie09 on Jul 9, 2012 12:12:19 GMT -5
I was walking out of the grocery store and didn't think anyone was around, I let out a huge loud smelly fart and right behind me was my son's teacher. I know she heard. Hell half of Massachusetts heard it.