your most embarrassing moment

[GAME05]

i didn't see a previous thread on this in a search. obviously i mean this to be PG and in good fun.

 

i once made it through a lengthy job interview with my fly down. i noticed it most of the way through, but there was little opportunity to fix it. the interviewer didn't let on whether she noticed it or not.

[SenatorShriv]

I was late for work and on a conference call while waiting for a bus. When the bus arrived it was really full but there was one seat open so I took it and went on with my call. After a minute I realized that someone had spilled coffee on the seat so I got up and stood the rest of the way into the office. When I got there I had to immediately run to a meeting with a bunch of really high-level decision makers who I had never met before. I was a little late so I barged into the small room and worked my way around the table to the only open seat on the other side of the room. After sitting there for about 15 minutes I realized that something smelled terrible... urine.

I'm looking around the room trying to figure out who lives with too many cats when it dawns on me that my pants are soaking wet and IT'S ME that smells like urine! I jumped up from the table and as cool as possible - worked my way back around the room (with my back to the wall the whole time) and made a super awkward exit.

I ran back to my office where several co-workers confirmed that it was indeed my pants giving off the very pungent odor. I had to take another bus home (nobody would give me a ride in my condition), shower and change clothes for another meeting in the afternoon. When I walked into that meeting the woman who had been seated to my left earlier in the day was there. The look on her face when I walked in told me everything I needed to know - EVERYONE in the earlier meeting thought I had peed my pants.

Awesome!

[DuWayne Steurer]

I was working as a bricklayer some years back, and we had just moved to a new house. My daughter's cat...........wasn't fond of the move, and started pissing on, well, everything.

 

I got up for work one morning, and my wife had stacked my work t-shirts on the floor next to my dresser. They would still be somewhat nasty, being full of mortar and mud and whatnot' so we didn't put them in the dresser. I grabbed the one off the top, and out the door I went.

 

Now this is in July. Got up on the lift, we started laying bricks, and once the sun hit us, about 9 am, I started noticing........a strange smell. A few guys working near me started saying "what the hell, did a cat get up here and piss on the lift over night?"

 

I walk down to the end of the lift, and yes, I can smell it there as well. Hmm......wherever I go, it smells like cat piss.

 

I take off my shirt, and smell the back. Yes. There we go. I was fine til the sun hit us, and I started sweating a bit. I was known as "Cat Piss" at work for about the next month.

[pitchleague]

8th grade. After school softball. I'm playing catcher.

 

Now, a little known fact about my childhood is that my mother tended to buy clothes that were just a wee bit too small for me. On this particular day, the blue jeans I was wearing (I believe they were JCPenney branded blue jeans) had a snap button on the front (not a button that you put through a slot, like on a shirt, but a SNAP like you might find on a jacket.)

 

Anyway, I had been battling this snap all day at school and I had this game that I had to play. I don't remember what inning it was, but the other team had a couple of guys on base (1st & 3rd, I believe) and there was one out. The batter hits a bouncer to short and the runner on 3rd takes off.

 

Now, instead of trying to turn a double play (because, really, how many 8th grade after school softball players in the 1980s are turning twin-killings?) he threw home.

 

Of course, as I bend to receive the throw, which was right on target, the pants unsnap. I catch the ball, make the tag, and record the out, getting semi-knocked over and semi-tripped by my now drooping-half-way-down-my-thighs blue jeans.

 

Please note, the story is not over yet.

 

The runner on 1st, seeing that I am struggling to stand up, takes off for 3rd base. So I frantically whip the ball toward third but in my awkwardness, I make a pretty poor throw that goes off the 3rd baseman's glove.

 

So now the runner takes off for home. Sure enough, the throw comes to the plate right on the money, I make the tag, and record the out to end the inning.

 

At this point, my pants are literally at my ankles. I'm walking back to the bench and everybody (and I mean EVERYBODY) is rolling with laughter and cheers. I still remember Mrs. Brandt, my eighth grade teacher's wife just laughing hysterically with big wide eyes like she could just die because there would never be anything as funny that she would see for the rest of her life.

 

I don't remember who won that day. I don't remember anything else about that game. But it was the finest double play that I ever turned. And, unfortunately, the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. (I feel like I'm narrating for "The Sandlot.")

 

And, finally, I swear to God on my grandmother's grave that this story is 100% true. If you lived in Fond du Lac in the spring of 1987 and played in after school softball in a game on one of those diamonds by that school on the far south end of Park Avenue, that's where it all went down. Maybe you were there.

[pitchleague]

I take it back. Watching the Brewers start to the season tops my post above.

[razzzorsharp]

Not the most embarassing but this year I split my pants in the butt during the day while helping students paint some posters. I didn't have a prep the rest of the day and that night, we had parent teacher conferences. I got through them all ok but they must have thought I was either weird or lazy as I didn't get up to greet them or walk them out the door.

[Hammer]

Split the crotch out of my dress pants on a trip to Marquette, MI about a month ago while getting out of my Subaru Legacy. It is low and semi-difficult for a big dude to get out of. Worst part...it happened 5 minutes before I was meeting a client for drinks and a hockey game. I was able to get a sewing kit from a Country Inn that just happened to be close by and sew it while "using the bathroom" just after getting to the bar. I'm guessing that they thought I was doing more than a #1 but it saved me from having a wide open front of my pants http://forum.brewerfan.net/images/smilies/smile.gif

[pretendastronaut]

I was very shy about asking girls out in high school, though I was always very obvious about who I had a crush on.

 

I had a crush on this one girl for awhile my sophomore year, and would talk to her at school frequently and called her several times a week and we would talk on the phone for quite some time. One night on the phone I was doing all I could to muster the courage to ask her to the homecoming dance, and when we ended our conversation I hadn't been able to do it. I sat there upset at myself for chickening out.

 

After a few minutes, I forced myself to call back and ask. Her mom answered and I asked if she was there. She said yes and set the phone down to go get her. When she picked up the phone and said hello I went into this blathering, bumbling attempt of asking her to the homecoming dance and then radio silence...............until........"Ummm, I think you're calling for my sister."

 

Her sister, who was a year younger than me, had picked up the phone, and I went through that whole embarrassing speech to her and then had to instantly face the music to the girl I meant to embarrass myself to in the first place. Shockingly, we did not go to the homecoming dance together.

[Nottso]

My most embarrassing moment? In which decade...?

[milwaukeesportsfan]

Fell out of the bleachers onto the court during a timeout at a high school basketball game on the reservation in Keshena. Nothing else even comes close.