Willow Posted September 26, 2011 Share Posted September 26, 2011 were there no red heads or blondes ? I didn't like to check too closely It was one of those moments where I thought I'd best just keep moving as if I had every right to be there before someone challenged me, as whilst I knew I hadn't seen anything I shouldn't they didn't know that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alis girls Posted September 26, 2011 Share Posted September 26, 2011 I too have been giggling away - I imagined the headlines in Germany the day after Patsy and OH made their debut "who are zis couple on zee end of zee picture" and to be in the car park when ANH used the loo - sorry I have howled with laughter at that - nearly wet myself Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted September 26, 2011 Share Posted September 26, 2011 My husband has just kindly reminded me of the time I got a plastic coat hanger trapped on my head (dont ask - I cant remember what I was trying to achieve!) it was incredibly painful and I tried to run in four directions at once whilst throwing a wobbly and hubby was laughing so hard he couldnt help Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sadietoo Posted September 26, 2011 Share Posted September 26, 2011 undoubtedly it was running to catch the bus (I was about 15 at the time..that's how long this has stayed with me), across the bus station....which was greasy/oily and wet...not a good combination with the metal heel tips on my shoes my ever thrifty mother had seen fit to add...so I skidded lost my balance and gracefully gliss-ed under the bus I was meant to be getting on..to a collective ooooh from the rest of the populace who it seemed to me were all waiting to catch different buses in the bus station at the time...bruised bloodied, but essentially unhurt (except for my pride which never recovered)...I very ungracefully crawled out backwards( and then had to go back to collect dreaded school satchel), before getting on the bus with all the dignity I could muster (not much) and sitting there with bloodied knees, ripped tights and a big black oil slick down the front of my groovy cream 1970's mac.....unfortunately I do still have friends who witnessed this, and so I will never ever be able to forget it.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olly Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 That's what friends are for ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alis girls Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 My friends elderly mum walked out of a shop with a bra on a hanger attached to the back of her coat till some kind passer by informed her - she took it back to the shop and they fell about laughing - not quite the response she was expecting Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ain't Nobody Here Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 Not being the most girly type of girl, I have twice been mistaken for a boy. The first was understandable, aged about 8 at an airport in the middle east, I was ushered through the male security check and patted down. They probably didn't even realise . Jump forward 10 years, queuing for The Who in Glasgow, dressed in combat jacket and cowboy boots, a big burly bouncer proceeds to pat me down thoroughly then realised I wasn't actually a bloke - result = highly embarrassed big burly bouncer . I've also used the male loos at a Glasgow railway station without realising till I left . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
majorbloodnock Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 I've been trawling my memory and, whilst I can think of plenty of embarrassing moments, none seem to be suitable for mention here. However, there is one incident that ought to have been embarrassing. It was a fair few years ago. I'd been in my job for about six months, so had settled in, but there were still some notable unknowns. The Christmas do - a dinner dance - was announced, and we were informed the evening was to follow a theme, this year being the Blues Brothers. Dress was either black tie or fancy dress within the theme. After a little thought, I dismissed the black tie option as not really entering into the spirit of things, but I didn't really think the black trilby and sunglasses idea was particularly exciting either. Finally, inspiration was had and I decided to go as the "penguin", so duly hired the full nun's outfit including wimple. The effect of beard and habit together was interesting, and the journey to the do had at least one taxi driver stop to watch as I drove past. I will also admit I quietly suspected my efforts stood a good chance of trumping other fancy dress party goers. WRONG! Upon arriving and collecting a drink, I found out I was the only one in the company of about 400 people who had made the effort to dress up. Themed decorations there were aplenty, suitable Blues band there most certainly was upon the stage and there were even several pieces of Blues Brothers memorabilia as raffle prizes, but nary a themed costume in sight except mine. Of course, I had two choices; die of embarrassment or brazen it out. I chose the latter, ended up as a "feature" in the subsequent company magazine and gave everyone the confidence they wouldn't be alone in dressing up the following year. Nonetheless, I never go to a fancy dress party now without having asked around and guaranteed there'll be at least one other doing likewise. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Paola Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 I am loving this thread Here is mine! My first job was at the motorcycle shop on the Albert Embankment opposite Vauxhall bridge. A part of my deal was that I got to use a scooter for my commute. Every Saturday they would all go over Vauxhall Bridge to a pub on the other side of the river. My first Saturday I was one of the last ones out of the shop so I waited with one of the owners while he locked up so that he could show me the way to the pub. We arrived outside the pub. All the benches outside were packed with my work colleagues and other patrons. It was a beautiful sunny day. The owner rode his bike easily onto the pavement to park it. I however couldn't manage it! So I got off the scooter on the right side (as I am left handed I push from the other side), with my butt facing the traffic and tried to push the scooter up the curb! However in doing this I opened the throttle, it bumped up the curb and ran along along the pavement. I couldn't let go so I was left holding the throttle open and running along with it. I finally ended up in a heap with the scooter further along the pavement. I was mortified Scooter was fine just my ego was badly bruised Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CatieB Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 ...........stupidly deciding to read this thread whilst sat on a very packed bus and sat next to a stranger. I'm sure I felt the lady next to me moving away as I struggled to keep both my composure and heaving shoulders in check Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dogmother Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 Just had an embarrassing moment; bear with me as it's a slightly long story I was contacted this evening by an ex-boyfriend from over 20 years ago.... he'd been given my email address by a mutual friend from those days (and no, he wasn't fishing!). Not being into the whole famous folk thing I had no idea that he is now relatively well known in media circles and still a handsome devil He reminded me of how we got together.... we'd had mutual friends and back in the days when I worked in London and was still partial to the odd glass (or bottle ) of wine, I had quite literally fallen (tripped) into his arms on my way home one evening after post-work drinkies. 'N' saw it as his duty to make sure that I got home safely, giving me a lift back in his s"Ooops, word censored!"y car and even stopping for me to have a wee behind a tree on the way. Surprisingly we went on to date for about 6 months before going our separate ways. He is now happily married (Google tells me to a very beautiful ex-dancer) but just couldn't resist getting in touch to embarrass me I was mortified but had to laugh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saronne Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 Who is he? Give us a clue... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saronne Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 Once at a PTA school event, some 'friends' and I noticed a mutual acquaintance looking beautifully pregnant (ish). My friends asked me to find out when she was due. So I went over and patted her beautiful tummy and said, "Congratualtions! when are you due?" Only to learn she wasn't pregnant...I turned to find my little group of friends had suddenly disappeared.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dogmother Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 Who is he? Give us a clue... Debs has already tried that one! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Space Chick Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 Who is he? Give us a clue... Debs has already tried that one! What can i say, I'm nosey Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alis girls Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 Yesterday at work had a young woman come in for a smear - she had a cute toddler with her. Putting my friendliest voice I said " and how old are you?" directed at the child - and mum piped up "25" probably thinking what a nosey parker. She realised her mistake and we had a giggle about it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
patsylabrador Posted September 29, 2011 Share Posted September 29, 2011 I hope I'm not wrong telling this one but I was mortified & didn't know how to react. I puppy walked a guide dog & as part of her training I had to get her accustomed to using the tube trains. She (patsylabrador) was wearing her guide dog puppy training kit when I was getting her off the train at a station but it was happening a bit slowly. I was aware that the train had kind of stopped for longer than normal, and then one of the station staff ran up to help me off and from what he said he obviously thought I was blind. It was so nice of him that I kind of played along, I was desperate not to embarrass him. I spoke to another puppy walker of great experience and she said that she often got helped across roads etc by people trying to help. She reassured me that she often played along rather than embarrass people being lovely. I hope I did the right thing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sheilaz Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Definitely, it would humiliated the person, and although you may have felt uncomfortable, there's no harm done. Can't stop laughing at your one at Oberammagua, and I remember being creased up the first time. I'd even retold it to my husband, we could just picture it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dogmother Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Absolutely with you on the guide dog one - you don't want to put them off ever helping someone who really is blind. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sheilaz Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 ...and maybe good practice for the dog too, experiencing strangers coming to assist. Poor you though, I would have felt the same. Took a phone call asking for my adult daughter who doesn't live here but occasionally gives our number if she's working long shifts. I asked who was calling, to rule out cold calling, "Bird World" she said. Um, Bird World? "Yes, BIRD World" she insisted. I repeated BIRD World? playing for time, and asked what they wanted her for..... "er, did your daughter order a bed? with panic in her voice "oh, didn't you know? she's ordered a bed, from bedworld, I was checking the delivery address in London?" Oh bedworld, I thought you said BirdWorld, I said embarrassed, then realised that sounded rude about her accent, so dug the hole deeper; there's a place near here called that, I thought it was them. Fool, there isn't, there's a butterflyworld, and I just shouldn't have said anything. Best thing was, despite that embarrassment, I went to tell my children over a family meal out and couldn't talk for 5 minutes I was laughing so much about my stupidity, my ribs ached so much from laughing, and that of course embarrassed the children, result! PS.Apologies if this was an Omleteer working for above company. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dogmother Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 I like that Sheila nothing like a good belly laugh is there? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alis girls Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 If you are anything like me I was born with a shovel in my hand to dig holes for me to hide in. I struggle with accents and as the hearing isnt what it used to be its even worse. I had a man in to see me years ago who was mixed race oriental/english and he kept going on about his the op on his "bains" - I was struggling and i could see he was thinking dumb blond and he pointed to his leg and the penny dropped - i made it 10 times worse by saying "oh you means veins" (varicose veins) I now if I can't understand people tell them tactfully - I have acquired an acent which occ sounds East Midland (my roots) but a lot of London thrown in as I've lived forever. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alis girls Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Should read lived here for a long time - OH interupted me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
majorbloodnock Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Prince Charles once put a name to it - dentopedology - and described himself as having been born with a silver foot in his mouth. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
