When I’m feeling down, I like to listen to Punk goes Pop (its punk covers of popular pop songs). I was listening to it via Bluetooth as I drove to pick up Thai food. I walked inside to pick up my order and I set my phone and keys down on the counter. The lady working was kinda looking at me funny and then she went to grab my order. I was like “hmm what an odd music selection for a Thai restaurant filled with families...Most people probably don’t like this type of music...” then I looked down and realized that it was my phone that was blaring the music. No wonder why the lady was looking at me so weird.
When I’m feeling down, I like to listen to Punk goes Pop (its punk covers of popular pop songs). I was listening to it via Bluetooth as I drove to pick up Thai food. I walked inside to pick up my order and I set my phone and keys down on the counter. The lady working was kinda looking at me funny and then she went to grab my order. I was like “hmm what an odd music selection for a Thai restaurant filled with families...Most people probably don’t like this type of music...” then I looked down and realized that it was my phone that was blaring the music. No wonder why the lady was looking at me so weird.
Ohh I did this at work once, in my last department when I could actually listen to music. I kept turning my music up wondering why it was so low, and it turned out the headphone jack had fallen out of my phone and *NSYNC's Dirty Pop was BLARING through my very quiet department.
A couple days ago at the bus stop, the bus driver told the parents that he wouldn't be there for the next few days, so there would be a substitute bus driver.
I said "I hope you are doing something fun!"
He said something about his sister, but sort of mumbled it and it was pre-coffee and I just reflexively said "Oh great."
And then I replayed what he had said in my mind, and realized that he had said "My sister's funeral," and I felt like an enormous ass.
Post by themoneytree on Oct 12, 2018 11:17:58 GMT -5
I Airbnb my primary residence. I had guests last Thursday through Sunday morning for a wedding they were in town for.
I was charging up my vibrator on the bedside table as I cleaned and made up the beds on Thursday so I could have a fun weekend with the BF. When I went to get it out of my weekend bag at BFs house on Thursday night I realized I had left it plugged in on my home bedside table. Just mortifying.
I said nothing. They said nothing. It was in the same place when I came home on Sunday morning.
I Airbnb my primary residence. I had guests last Thursday through Sunday morning for a wedding they were in town for.
I was charging up my vibrator on the bedside table as I cleaned and made up the beds on Thursday so I could have a fun weekend with the BF. When I went to get it out of my weekend bag at BFs house on Thursday night I realized I had left it plugged in on my home bedside table. Just mortifying.
I said nothing. They said nothing. It was in the same place when I came home on Sunday morning.
I feel like I do embarrassing things a lot, but I can’t think of anything recent right now, of course. I will never forget telling a prospective student ‘I love you” reflexively as we were getting off the phone.
I need ham like water Like breath, like rain I need ham like mercy From Heaven's gate Sometimes ham salad or casserole or ham that’s free range, all natural I need ham
I Airbnb my primary residence. I had guests last Thursday through Sunday morning for a wedding they were in town for.
I was charging up my vibrator on the bedside table as I cleaned and made up the beds on Thursday so I could have a fun weekend with the BF. When I went to get it out of my weekend bag at BFs house on Thursday night I realized I had left it plugged in on my home bedside table. Just mortifying.
I said nothing. They said nothing. It was in the same place when I came home on Sunday morning.
They haven’t left a review yet.
OMG. Is your bedroom one they would stay in?
They take the whole house so yes, some lucky couple got the used sex toy room. I take SO much time cleaning before guests come but I don’t know if you recover from sex toys on the bedside table. LOL
themoneytree, something similar happened to me. We moved and the moving company also unpacked us (corporate move) and I guess one of the boxes had my vibrator. They totally set it on the nightstand. I was mortified when I walked in and saw that! Oh well! lol Next time I'll make sure to pack that shit up in a suitcase I move myself!
themoneytree, egishere - not quite the same, but when we were moving a few years ago we hired movers. We didn't have to empty the drawers, they just wrapped the furniture in plastic wrap. When we got to the new house I was standing in the hallway just directing the movers where to go with each piece. The guy walked in carrying my nightstand and I can very clearly hear my vibrator going off in the drawer. He was very clearly ignoring it, so I ignored it too, but ugh. All the moving and bouncing must've caused it to turn on by accident.
Post by pinkalicious on Oct 12, 2018 12:30:04 GMT -5
OMG, I have so many. One of the worst was when I was in 6th grade. I was the overweight unpopular kid, so this just made my life that much worse. Being that I was young, my period wasn’t regular (turns out it never would be, thanks PCOS) so I wasn’t expecting it- it was probably the 3rd time I’d ever gotten it. Naturally I was wearing white sweatpants. I stood up when the bell rang and my pants were covered in blood, as was the chair I was sitting in. It was truly awful, and I wanted to die right there.
So, in going through my stuff that was still at my mom's old house, I found a journal from my very early 20s and folks, it was not good. lol I was dating this guy at the time who was not really that great and yet I wanted to make it work so badly. It was incredibly sad and embarrassing that I actually wrote it all down and I am so happy that I found it before anyone else had a chance to read it.
And, I think I always thought of myself as at least somewhat confident and this journal shows I was anything but. I think I even named it my Love Journal.
I just tossed an old diary because I was mortified that DH or the kids would find it if I died. I mean it was like VERY detailed about how I lost my virginity and then like every time I had sex for like the next year. Yeah.....it went in the trash. Also I miss 17 year old me lol.
I was super super dirty dancing on my (non married) brother in law, and apparently announced its okay because he’s my brother? In front of my husband, brother in laws girlfriend AND my super conservative in-laws. (Husband and girlfriend were laughing - still afraid to ask if in-laws had comments)
I have zero recollection of this.
I also tried to hook my husbands best friend up with someone who was somehow drunker than me. They are both red heads so I kept telling them “go fuck and make ginger babies. I need a new niece of nephew”
There were stories coming for days and I’m still blushing.
Apparently there is video and I refuse to watch.
So so so bad.
Oh my husband took the kids up to the room and then my MIL asked me if I was going to switch with him so he could come down. I told her I was too drunk to watch kids. (I’m sure I said too fucking drunk, but that wasn’t repeated)
When I was in college I was on my way to a party with a sorority sister and both our dates. It was like 2002 so naturally I was wearing a short babydoll dress and chunky super high heels. I was walking in front and as we got to a staircase, (you can see where this is going), my friend said she liked my shoes.
Me: "Thanks! I love them but they're so tall I always feel like I'm about to fall over-" aaaaand BAM, face forward down the stairs. Like, tumbling. Of course my cute dress went over my head.
One of those boys is now a priest. We were friends for a long time and I have a lot of crazy stories about him doing dumb shit too but that detail just makes the whole thing that much more awkward.
I need ham like water Like breath, like rain I need ham like mercy From Heaven's gate Sometimes ham salad or casserole or ham that’s free range, all natural I need ham
I was doing what every other red blooded American would do and was facebook stalking other Mom's that are on my kids school's facebook page. I must have accidentally friend-requested one of the Mom's pages I was looking at and that person accepted. When I got the notification, I was mortified. I mean, we have mutual friends, but I've never met or seen this woman before in my life. I'm sure she was equally confused by my request but accepted because of our mutual friends.
I was FB stalking an ex and accidentally sent him a friend request. I realized it right away and canceled it. Not fast enough though, because apparently he is glued to his phone like 99% of people and saw that I friended him and canceled it. Ugh!
themoneytree , something similar happened to me. We moved and the moving company also unpacked us (corporate move) and I guess one of the boxes had my vibrator. They totally set it on the nightstand. I was mortified when I walked in and saw that! Oh well! lol Next time I'll make sure to pack that shit up in a suitcase I move myself!
When I was 19 and moving out of my college dorm room my sophomore year, my mom (for some reason? Maybe the box wasn't stable? I don't remember) went into a box of my underwear and related clothing and found my vibrator. She pulled it out and waved it around - I think she probably was shocked/embarrassed and panicked, because she's not usually an asshole like that.
I grabbed it from her, stuffed it in the box, and never spoke of it. But I never forgot it, either.
If i found one in an airBNB I would die laughing but I wouldn't leave a bad review because of it I'd assume it was a mistake and feel embarrassed for the host!
One time I picked DS up from daycare and the teacher asked to speak to me privately. She gave me an envelope with one of my thongs and told me it must have gotten stuck to DS's blanket. Him and his friends were throwing it around at nap time. Thankfully they were clean.
This has yet to happen to me, but I feel confident it will. I feel like H and I are constantly finding my underwear inside of our kids' shirt sleeves and pants. Damn static cling!
My underwear got stuck to DH's fleece jacket. He wore it to work. At some point, my underwear fell off under his desk. His coworker pointed it out to him. I work there too......
Post by cabbagecabbage on Oct 12, 2018 14:13:36 GMT -5
One day when my daughter was an infant I read one of my college diaries and realized that if I got hit by a bus the next day, those would become the memories of her mother. I burnt every journal I could find after a cursory skim to make sure there wasn’t anything good there. Spoiler alert: there wasn’t. It all burned.
I Airbnb my primary residence. I had guests last Thursday through Sunday morning for a wedding they were in town for.
I was charging up my vibrator on the bedside table as I cleaned and made up the beds on Thursday so I could have a fun weekend with the BF. When I went to get it out of my weekend bag at BFs house on Thursday night I realized I had left it plugged in on my home bedside table. Just mortifying.
I said nothing. They said nothing. It was in the same place when I came home on Sunday morning.
I Airbnb my primary residence. I had guests last Thursday through Sunday morning for a wedding they were in town for.
I was charging up my vibrator on the bedside table as I cleaned and made up the beds on Thursday so I could have a fun weekend with the BF. When I went to get it out of my weekend bag at BFs house on Thursday night I realized I had left it plugged in on my home bedside table. Just mortifying.
I said nothing. They said nothing. It was in the same place when I came home on Sunday morning.
They haven’t left a review yet.
That’s a pretty decent representation of what I did when I realized. LOL!
Post by sapphireblue on Oct 12, 2018 14:58:01 GMT -5
These stories are great. I have some myself but I'm at work so have to be quick.
One is:
When I was in my 20s I lived in a house broken into condos. I was on the condo board, and another tenant's very distinguished father was as well (because he was actually the owner of the condo). I was on my way to work and thought I was looking pretty cute. I had put some extra effort into myself because we were getting a new roof and most of the roofer men were quite good-looking. I left the building and was saying hello/chatting with the roofers when the father walked up. We chatted for a few minutes about how the work was going and then as we were parting ways, he said "Um, you have something stuck to your foot."
I looked down, and stuck to the bottom of my shoe was a super-sized, dirty maxipad.
I played it off as well as you can--just breezily said "Thanks!" and reached down, picked it up, strolled over to the outdoor trashcan, threw it away, and headed off to work. But inside I was SOOOOOOO mortified! However--in the end this story has greatly amused me and my friends so maybe it was worth it?
Post by MixedBerryJam on Oct 12, 2018 15:25:37 GMT -5
I have pink streaks in my hair, and they generate a lot of comments, mostly from old ladies and little girls. I was standing in a group of relative strangers, and someone complimented my hair, so I playfully fussed with it a bit and said thank you ... which would have been very polite of me if they'd been talking to me. But they were talking to someone else.
Last Xmas season the Elf on the Shelf hung up a pair of each family member’s underwear where their stockings normally hung. Then I forgot to switch it back before the cleaners and a couple other visitors came over. Without context, it must have been a confusing scene
6th grade geography class - I was giving a presentation on a country in front of the class. I tend to talk fast when I’m nervous and sped through my presentation way faster than I was supposed to. I’m standing up there, flipping through my notes to see if there’s anything else I can add to take up more time and see a point I hadn’t mentioned yet - awesome! These words then come out of my mouth - “They have lots of sects!” I meant religious sects, but the class started laughing right away. Lol
Also, 6th grade (tough year, lol) - I was playing volleyball and had a crush on the coach’s nephew who was a few years older. Our coach took him home after practice each day, so he helped her round up the balls, set up nets, etc. We were chatting one day after practice and being all flirty. My mom was there mom to pick my up so I did a flirty bye and did a dramatic turn with hair flip - right into the side of a vending machine. Right in front of him.