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Although I am trying to work out if it would have been more or less embarrassing if it had been Dr Sex! Does he know you call him that?
He does. It originated on a work's night out but I can't remember why It's funny though because he's very sensible and proper.
My most embarrassing moment was a few years ago when the DDs were meeting a pop star they liked. He had lovely long hair. They all went in for a group shot, heads together, which was a lovely photo. As we were leaving DD started to scratch her head and proclaim loudly "Mum, I think I've got nits!"
I still cringe when I see the framed pic in DDs room.
Walked out of office to go over to another building on the other side of the car park. Usual collection of smokers (all male, of course) standing outside the door.
I somehow completely missed the fact that there was a curb and went sprawling, full length, in a short skirt, onto gravel, half of which was then embedded in my knees. I had blood pouring down my legs and no way of disguising that or the wrecked state of my tights.
This is 15 years ago but it still makes me . I did almost the same thing this year except it was in the middle of Lisbon. Good news - I was wearing black trousers which didn't tear so no one but me knew that I had mashed my knees. Bad news - I broke my hand. My boss's boss saw me a week or so later, complete with plaster and sling, and said "oh yes, I heard about that"
I can recommend Portuguese A&E services, though - and the lovely nurse even patched up my knees for me while he was at it
I asked the (young male) grocery assistant in the supermarket to show me where his plums were
After a busy morning rushing around getting the kids ready, and 3/4 of a very busy day at work, I finally looked at my feet. One closed shoe, one ballerina pump!
When I was about 3 years old my family took me on a train ride. Ay the start of the ride I v loudly said "look, what a horrible little dog!". My parents sat there avoiding the gaze of the dogs owner for the rest of the journey... They have since told me that they silently agreed, it was a horrible little dog!
I sent a fax from work to my doctors that said "Could I please have a repeat prescription for XXXX (can't remember name of cream) I have used up the whole tube, and it is working, but the rash isn't completely gone."
A few days later I received the hard copy of the fax in an internal envelope, it had been stamped by the postroom, god knows how it had got into the mail tray.
(It was a rash on my legs).
whilst changing a saitry towel in public toilets toddler shouts, 'Poo! Poo on Mummy nappy'
When we first moved to the village, we tried hard to be friendly to everyone but the man who ran the paper shop refused to smile. He scowled or didn't even meet our eye when he served us.
Then one day DS1, aged 2, saw a toy in the newsagent's window that he really wanted and charged inside ahead of me. I ran down to the far end of the shop where the toys were kept but couldn't see him. I called out his name and he shouted, 'I'm here mummy! I've got it.' He'd climbed through a small forest of greeting cars stands and into the shop window where he'd dismantled the entire shop display and grabbed what he wanted.
Grumpy man was up in the window too, gently helping him down. He told me not to worry at all and that he didn't mind about the mess. He's been nice to us ever since.
DD sat in a shopping trolley started singing "by the rivers of Babylon" just as a vicar walked past.....
Me, working in a pub full of men, announcing that I'm so shortsighted, I can't see anything unless its right in front of my face... <still remembers the massive cheer>.
I had had a good session at the gym, followed by a lovely sauna, and was showing the effects. In the changing room I heard a child's voice piping loudly behind me: "Mummy, why does that lady have a red bottom?"
The poor mum was utterly mortified. Her cheeks were as red as (ahem) mine.
As pre-schoolers, my dc would watch smokers seriously, then march straight up to them and tell them that they shouldn't smoke because it would make them die.
I had never said anything to them about smoking.
I once accidentally entered a swimming gala. The only swimsuit I could find was my (younger) sister's.
I was entered into the backstroke race and could hear the crowd cheering me on.
As I finished the race, I pulled myself out of the pool to discover the halterneck ties on the swimsuit had come undone and I'd been swimming topless.
I had to stop for an emergency wee whilst driving to my parents house. I managed to find a single track lane and thought I would be safe as fairly secluded and getting dark.
As I was mid 'squat' two cars approached the lane from opposite directions and as my car was blocking the lane there was nothing they could do other than politely wait for me to finish the longest wee in history whilst illuminated by their headlights.
En route to the zoo one Saturday afternoon with dp, ds(6) and dd(2) we decided to stop at a McDonald's for lunch rather than pay the extortionate prices in there. A chap comes in with a severely mentally and physically disabled man, poor fella is making lots of noise. Dd sitting in the high chair starts imitating him very loudly! Cue lots of people sniggering into their Big Macs with rather ashamed faces. We tell her to stop but she just gets louder. We ate the rest in the car park.
I was once trying to pick up a really awkward, heavy cardboard box (one of those ones with hand holes cut in the side), and had just hefted it clear of the floor when the cardboard ripped incredibly suddenly and my hand flew up so fast I inadvertently punched myself in the mouth and knocked a tooth loose!
Luckily was all fine and the tooth stayed in (phew) but it was very embarrassing and I now get sarky comments about keeping my teeth in from everyone in my family every time I lift a box...
When I was on night shifts a couple of years ago I was in the middle of a deep daytime sleep completely naked
as usual. The door went and I assumed it was DH getting home as I'd locked the latch so got up, unlocked and opened the door as I turned around and announced I was going back to bed. Cue a nervous voice through the letterbox asking if I wanted to come back and sign for the parcel once I'd found some clothes?
The same postman also saw through the frosted glass when I fell down the stairs in my dressing gown a couple of months ago and I head him laughing until I opened the door & he realised I was 8 months pregnant at which point he was lovely and concerned. It was only after closing the door I realised my dressing gown was askew after the fall and I had a big veiny pregnant boob out.
We have recently got a new postman.
We had eaten at a pizza place, during which time I had breastfed dc3, and he had put copious amounts of crumbs in my bra. Walking home, I could not bear the itching, so I turned modestly away from the street (there was nobody about, anyway) hoiked my shirt up, unclippedthe bra cups, and shook it all out. As I was tucking everything away again I looked up - I was facing straight into the window of a large estate agents. Filled with male estate agents in various states of snigger, boggle, and red faced horror.
Once when ds was about 8 months old I had taken him to the drs as he had bad diorreha (sp?) has him sat on my lap trying to keep him happy whilst we waited for emergency appointment.
Anyway had big massive explosive accident which stank! No problem I took him in the toilets got him cleaned up fresh clothes on etc etc and went out to wait. Shortly after the receptionist came over with a paper bag which she kept gesturing at me and noddig towards the toilet.
Like an idiot i sat there smiling and looking befuddled. She then starts whispering that she has told the gp I need to be seen ASAP before my next accident!
A quick glance down shows that ds's earlier achievement is all over te crotch and thighs of my jeans and everyone is staring at me. Inside the bag she had provided several industrial size incontinence nappies for me!
I explained loudly that I had not popped myself and wnearly died with relief wen dr called us in next. Still had to walk home though...
When I was about 12 years old I was waiting for the school bus, when a man walked by with his dog. The dog was sniffing around as he walked then stopped by my feet, cocked his leg and wee'd all over my feet and legs. The guy didn't even apologise! And all the older, cooler kids had to watch my walk of shame back to my house with smelly, wet tights. I missed my bus, too so turned up 40 minutes late and had to explain why.
On my way to my first year Xmas ball
At uni. All dolled up, long gown, heels hair done etc. per ball drinks meant mid journey I was desperate for a wee.coach driver dutifully stopped. Whilst scrambling down a ditch to fond some privacy I slipped. Landing in the largest batch of nettles nand breaking my ankle in 4 places. 2 of the hottest first years had to pull my pants backup and lift me howling back onto the bus. Driven to the hotel to await the ambulance in the lobby. All the beautiful people passing me as I howled in pin ,scars down my face and a full nettle sting rash all over!!! Everyone pointed for weeks when I returned to uni in my plaster cast.
Excuse typos I phone and fat fingers
I really should have come up with a coping mechanism by now but on several occasions when I've taken DD aged 2 into a public loo with me in restaurants or cafes, she loudly likes to commentate on what I am "producing" eg "Good girl Mummy, that's a big wee wee".... And worse!
A few years ago I was watching a Crimewatch protection programme one morning. I switched it off and went to walk out of the house. I have frosted glass in my front door. Just as I opened the door I spotted a man disappearing up the side of the house and having watched the CW programme my mind was thinking "BURGLAR!!!"!I shouted out VERY loudly "Where the bloody hell do you think you're going??" He turned round very calmly and said "Good Morning Mrs Jenkins, I have come to read your electric meter!!"
I kept seeing all day all over the village and he kept at me every time he saw me!!!
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