What’s The most embarrassing thing which has ever happened to you

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I was early thirties. Car was in for an MOT so I had to catch the bus to work. Early summer, I’m wearing a long floaty skirt and sandals.

The bus arrives and it’s packed with secondary school kids, standing room only. I decide to make up way upstairs in hopes of a seat. Just as I get to the top step the bus lurches off, I step into the aisle, step on the hem of my elasticised waist skirt, pulling the whole skirt down and promptly fall over showing 50 teenagers my bare arse in a pair of knickers which had seen better days. This was 10 years ago and I’m still considering leaving the country

I agree. To me, a quiet coach coach means absence of phones on loud speaker, laptops on loudspeaker, etc,.. It means people talking at a normal level. She was rude.

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I was in recovering in hospital after a major operation with a catheter in.
My friend came to visit and l asked her to paint my toe nails ( obviously had to take off before operation) .. l said just be careful of my catheter.. only for her to get her leg stuck in the tube and be being pulled off the bed via my foo with my nighty up my back for everyone to see!

On holiday in Greece when I was about 12. Brother ended up admitted to hospital with appendicitis so I spent most of my day at the kids club, which was 99% German kids. One of the organizers asked if I could dance as that evening they were holding a dance competition for the kids in the hotel nightclub. "Of course" I replied, imagining a bit of a disco. Turned up, quite a crowd of spectators for the entertainment that evening, then was confusingly paired with a very polite well-dressed German lad. We were the first couple up and I was all ready to get my groove on to something like Wham or Duran Duran but then they announced the first dance was a Waltz. I did my best to brazen it out but it became obvious rather quickly that ballroom dancing was quite popular among German teens but sadly lacking in the UK curriculum.

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30 years ago, whilst back packing round India, I suddenly remembered with horror that I'd left my vibrator on top of the wardrobe in my rented property we'd vacated. Bloody thing never worked and was still boxed - one of the reasons I'd forgotten about it. I could gave coped with the embarasment but we were on good terms with the landlord and wanted to rent the flat again when we returned. 30 years ago vibrators weren't really talked about and I struggled hard to meet the landlords eye went we returned from our travels.

In the mid-nineties, first week of uni in halls of residence.
I was chatting to this girl during dinner and she was having to head back up North at the weekend to visit her brother who lived in a residential home. I asked why he was in a residential home and she said he had severe autism. The only thing I knew about autism in 1994 was Rain Man and the boy on Blue Peter who could draw St Paul's cathedral from memory. So I was like 'oh wow, what cool things can he do? What talents does he have?'
Needless to say I was quickly humbled and to this day I feel hot with embarrassment at the exchange.

This is totally outing but hey ho.

I had to go to a prison to visit a prisoner for work. It was snowing so I was wearing warm clothes and a thick coat. The prison was in the city centre with no car park and I ended up parked in a random industrial estate and skidded my way to the prison. I couldn’t find the entrance, I just went round and round the walls and everywhere I looked it was just wall. I was stressed because of you miss your slot, you don’t go in. I turned up at the desk, showed my work ID and said I’d brought my driving licence too as in some prisons you need 2 forms of ID. He looked ant my licence and off I went happily, asking, “no sniffer dogs today?” to security (because I love dogs and have a lab).

Did my appointment, got back to reception and he asked to see my ID again which I showed him. He said I should have showed it before I went in (I did!), thought nothing of it and skidded back to the car, looked in the mirror, thought oh god did I really go in with hair like that (it was windy).

Got back to the office and the receptionist was in fits of laughter and told me that the prison had rung the office to ask if I really worked there because I looked dishevelled 😭.

That was mortifying enough but when the prisoner came out he told me that he’d been strip searched after our appointment as they thought I was smuggling drugs into the prison!

I’ve never visited that prison again, I book a video link now 🙈🙈🙈.

1984 working for stockbrokers. We were floating the first tranche of BT shares and had been out for an extended liquid lunch (nothing unusual in the 80's or in stockbroking). At the time I was having a casual fling with a guy called John who worked for another investment house and he'd call me at work several times a week. My MD at the time was also called John who was vaguely aristocratic and a rather aloof individual. He was rarely in the office but would often call me from his home or car phone. Sandra, the switchboard operator, would invariably announce his calls by saying "ginasevern I have the MD on the line for you". Except on this occasion she didn't! She just said "ginasevern I have John on the line for you". She put the call through and I said "hiya passion pants, how's your stonking wet willy". It went deathly quiet for a few seconds and I then heard a stuttering, very upper crust voice say "ginasevern is that you?" To which I replied, "oh my goodness John how awful, I think we must have a crossed line" and I put the phone down smartish. Nothing was ever said but he did keep calls to a minimum after that.

Not me, (honest) but my very best friend once tried to repeatedly light a cigarette with a tampon in a nightclub. It was rather dark in the club and it was very late.

She must have fished in her bag and found something roughly the same shape and size as her lighter in a tired and emotional state of mind.

The incident has obviously never been mentioned ever again. Discretion is the better part of dishonour. A chivalrous young gentleman offered her his lighter instead.

I miss the 2000's.

I have two:

1. last year in a coffee shop loo changing my sanitary towel. Man in his 20's burst in. I was sat there knocker around my knees just removing the bright red pad.... I am still haunted by his face!
2. In the noughties I was working away and staying in a b&b. Rushed off to work one morning and returned to find the room neatly tidied and my vibrator ( which I mist have left in the tangle of covers neatly left on the mantle piece. I could just imagine it being dusted on the way out....I had to stay there for another month

When I was about 17 or 18, my boyfriend got his first car. We spent a lot of time driving places to shag on the back seat. Usually at night I might add.

One afternoon we skived off college and found a quiet car park by a rugby club. We were in the back starting to get amorous, boyfriend’s shirt was off and my tights were round my ankles, when a car pulled up alongside us. We panicked and for whatever reason thought we’d look less dodgy if we were reading the massive A-Z stored in the back of the seat.

We looked up to see an entire family including young kids looking on in horror at the half naked teenagers pretending to find directions.

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Thought of another one! 😬

Terrible piles from 12 weeks pg with dd1. Never had them before. I really suffered and the pain got worse and worse. When dd1 was a young baby I got an appt through at the local hospital to "deal with them" - I think they were going to be banding them.

Renovation work was going on at the hospital and I was shown to a huge, high ceilinged area which was curtained off into numerous small cubicles. The one I was shown to was in the middle of the room (so could have been accessed by any of the 4 curtained sides). Was told to undress, lie on my side, cover with this blanket, wait for doc. Did this at great speed. Two separate times during the wait, unconnected medical staff walked through my cubicle so I was getting more tense by the minute.

Then of bloody course in walked the most gloriously handsome doctor I'd ever seen in my life. I was so embarrassed. Anyone else would have been preferable. He was stunning and about 30, around my age at the time. So he examined me, which was never going to be fun, esp as I was still anticipating the world and his wife walking through our "cubicle" at any moment. The worst bit was that he then announced that after all that, he couldn't do the procedure that day. Because I'd been using cream on them, they'd shrunk too much. He said make another appt etc etc. I pretty much ran out of there bright red in the face, and did NOT make another appt.

Many years later I put a zapping treatment (also no fun but v effective) on a credit card!

It says an awful lot about my puerile sense of humour that the farting anecdotes have me 🤣🤣🤣

I've done the 'didn't lock the loo door on a train' thing too. I made it much worse by getting up, knickers mid-thigh and foof unbound to shuffle scuttle over to the button and desperately whack it.

Two teen boys were outside; one reacted with the derision you'd expect, the other, bless his heart, was a perfect young gent and the soul of discretion.

It’s mortifying isn’t it?! I still have an aunty who regularly bring it up nearly 40 years later “Remember that time when….”, last time was in front of everyone at my mother’s funeral 😡

I was also grounded, and I had the silent treatment from my mother for a week, which was worse than being grounded. Dad was fine with me though.

Having sex behind an armchair that blocked view from front window (under age) never heard neighbour knocking on back door but saw her looking through window whilst we were shagging...she never spoke to me for months.

When my son was a toddler I used to take him to the ladies loo with me when he needed to go. I needed to pee so sat down, only for him to unlock the door and wander off!!! I nearly died of embarrassment 😂😂

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I used to be a counter manager for Clinique.

One day we were really quiet and i'd cleaned everything and done the paperwork and was leaning on the glass counter gazing into space. I had a biro in my hand and was absentmindedly running the back end of it round and round my lip line. Round and round ... over the bow at the top and down and round the bottom lip over and over. Footfall finally picked up again and folks started coming past the counter. I stood up straight and was smiling at them but i was getting funny looks.

Seems the bloody biro had been the right way around the whole time with the lid off ! How long was i there smiling away behind my posh clinique counter with the thickest roughest black lip line all around my mush !?😂😳👄

Years ago I was referred to the hospital for an internal scan as I was getting random cramping pains in my uterus.
It was a busy clinic with lots of women waiting and lots of nurses calling us through.
Obviously I was called through by a very good looking, young male nurse. I was all of a tizzy in anticipation of the impending embarrassment before I'd even got in the room.
Nurse handsome started off by saying " I believe this is associated with your cycle" Still in a complete fluster I then heard myself say " do I look like I ride a bike?"
Honestly I just want to die just thinking about it.

When I was about 18 I was at a disco and the time came for the slow dance at the end. I was sitting at a table when a guy came up to me and said something to me. The music was so loud I couldn't hear what he said but assumed he was asking me to dance. I stood up to go with him when he said "I wasn't asking you to dance - just to ;look after my drink"

Mortifying!

Love all these. My then toddler shouting Daddy! at a random bald guy on the other side of the road.
Mummy! Who that man? It was a woman.