Pride comes before a fall, just had the most embarrassing fall ever.

[Tolkienista]

Oh the embarrassment, can't describe it.
Was at a family do earlier this afternoon.
Around 16 people in total, all ages, but tending towards the younger side.
I went from the conservatory at speed to grab my phone in the kitchen and take some photos of a birthday cake cutting.

Into the kitchen, didn't see the dog bowls and water on the floor.......slipped went forward and loudly hit the ground, thankfully the only injury was to my pride, but I can feel a bruise coming up on my side.
Absolute silence from the conservatory, one guy came running to pick me up, the look on their faces.

Everyone was so lovely, but I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. Absolutely horrendous.
Just wanted to head home, but I stayed til the end and honestly I'm so pleased I did.
I was mortified, but I saw it through and almost made a joke of it.
Any one done something similar?

Oh God OP, I feel your pain.

I was in the staff canteen carrying my lunch back from the counter when I tripped over my own feet. Went flying and threw liver and onions all over myself and the floor in front of the whole room. No physical harm done but still cringing years later.

Many, many, many years ago I was at a social event my boss's house and fell off a barstool straight onto the kitchen floor (much wine may have been involved).

I was at a party recently and said boss (who I haven't seen for 15 years or so) was there with their neighbour. I happened to comment that I hoped there were no high bar stools and the neighbour burst out laughing and said "Oh, that was you - it was hilarious".

Oooh @WildGarden I feel your embarrassment, "liver and onions" can just picture it......messy!
Thankfully for me I was in another room, but the silence from he conservatory said it all , they thought I'd been seriously hurt.
Never have I more wanted the floor to open and swallow me up.

Ouch, falling off a bar stool, I wonder how many have done that, embarrassing and painful I guess.
It's that split second where you want to shoot up from your fall, straighten up and just act as though nothing has happened.
Absolutely mortified.

It's that split second where you want to shoot up from your fall, straighten up and just act as though nothing has happened.

@Tolkienista That's EXACTLY what I did. Were you there?

Couple of weeks ago - I was going into hospital for an eye op and a friend had taken me to drop my dog off at the kennels, so I said I’d stand him and his wife a bacon sandwich at the local cafe to say thanks. Because of the op, my eyesight isn’t 100% and I completely missed my footing, bang in front of the cafe, and did a hefty faceplant onto the concrete. Got up covered in blood, saying “I’m fine, really” (as you do) and then realised I actually wasn’t. Twelve hours in A&E and I have a broken right wrist, sprained left one, broken nose and sundry bruises and scabby bits. Could have been worse, they originally thought I’d broken both wrists, which would have been awkward, and if it had happened after the op I could have lost my sight in that eye completely. The eye op went ok, but I only have limited vision for the next six weeks, so I’m being ultra-careful now

Got off a long haul flight and was heading up the stairs instead of the escalator. I think it's a healthy choice but it feels a little smug, a little "look at meee, naaaa!" . Tripped toward the top. Not into a full fall, but I had to catch myself, put my hand out, carried on. Got out of sight of the folks on the escalator, saw my hand was bleeding a little, and instinctively brought it to my mouth, realised I had "floor" on my hand, now in my mouth and did a little gag reflex. The finest 30 seconds of my life. I was tired. Thankfully I didn't have luggage to wait for and could just leave.

My sister's wedding. I sat down on a plastic garden chair and the back legs snapped and sent me crashing to the ground.

Surrounded by loads of nice people who gasped, and rushed towards me expressing concern. To the accompaniment of a background chorus of guffaws from my own wicked family.

The groom's brother, whose garden we were in, was full of concern and tried to make me feel better by cursing the propensity of plastic to become brittle after a few years of baking in the sun.

To which my brother gleefully pointed out that the poor abused chair would have lasted many more years being sat on by normal sized people, but that my enormitude had just been too much for it.

I wasn't hurt, and I wasn't even all that embarrassed.

Gravity is a sly bastard and paying it any extra attention will only encourage it.

Was this your family?? And this family do? A can’t imagine my family just all standing staring at me on the floor after what could have been a serious fall?? Bit odd.

Me and my mate queued for the relaunch of our favourite nightclub.. Didn't see the new steps and fell up them. Grabbed the first thing to save myself..
The jeans of the lad in front..
Young enough to be my ds...
Thankfully he had pants on and laughed it off.

When I was 13 I was walking home from school and my bullies were behind me making wanky comments about me.
I was trying to act unfazed.. Stepped on a drain with no cover, my leg went straight in and I was left covered in shitty water.

I had new shoes on and didn't realise they were slippy. I walked out of a coffee shop with my friend and ended up flat on my back with my legs in the air, 90° angle. My friend laughed so much she wet her stonewashed jeans so the massive dark patch spread quickly. We were both really embarrassed but at least mine ended when I got up! We had to walk home through back streets and alleyways.

Oh yes, many times. My party trick is usually to remain on the ground, motionless and wanting the ground to swallow me up!

Last Christmas I was walking hand in hand with DD down our busy high street, Christmas market in full swing. Didn't see the step from curb to road and went over on my ankle and slammed to the floor. It bloody hurt, but not as much as it hurt my pride. So many people were asking if I was ok and I just got out of that street as quick as possible (ended up crying I was so embarrassed as well, because things like that always seems to happen to me 😓)

I’m dyspraxic so events like this are a regular occurrence for me. There are so many instances I wouldn’t know where to begin.

My friends just pick me up and mop me down without saying much these days, they’re that used to it.

I don’t even drink alcohol!

@Smartiepants79 I should have added that one immediately came to my aid, literally scooped me up off the floor with me saying " I'm absolutely fine, no worries" and thinking to myself "just get up quickly and let me disappear."
Bit wet from the water in the dog bowl that splashed all over me, but thankfully all in one piece.

Years ago I was temping at our local secondary school as a school secretary. I was rushing back from the 6th form block to the main building with arms full of recently completed A level exam papers. I didn't see a slightly raised manhole cover, caught my toe and crashed full length at the feet of a group of year 9s. Total embarrassment.

Oh, can just picture that scenario. Total embarrassment.

Yes, anything in a school building with oodles of pupils around is on another scale of embarrassing.

I just cried laughing reading that!!

My own wedding reception. Bopping away to Saturday Night and doing all the actions when I stepped on the hem of my dress and ended up on my arse in the middle of the dance floor.

I was at a restaurant fairly recently with my two daughters.
i needed the loo, they were up a flight of stairs. There was a sign at the bottom saying “mind the step”
so I walked carefully up the stairs and got to the top safely heading towards the loo door.
I then went flying because I didn’t notice the step down to the loo. I burst through the door and lay on the floor for what seemed like ages trying to figure out if there were any escape possibilities.
Eventually I got up and attempted to style it out, I walked down the stairs without looking at anything while my daughters were practically wetting themselves laughing.

And another one. Was at a BBQ with dh and dc. Won’t go into details but we didn’t know the hosts well. I stepped backwards and tripped over the edging of their garden border, landed straight in their pond.
Luckily, as we didn’t know them well I never had to see them again. 😳

As a wild youngster, a few decades ago, I sashayed away from my friends to go to the bar in some very tight trousers and very high ankle boots. Enjoying a few appreciative looks I confidently took the two steps down toward the bar area, only to miss the invisible third step. My ankle crumpled and gravity (the sly bastard, as someone already mentioned) arranged for me to crash straight onto my knees, with my face about 3cm from a man's crotch. Literally could have nuzzled his genitals.

He wittily remarked "Wahey darlin', no need to get on your knees just yet!" over the distant sound of my friends all pissing themselves laughing.

Loved those 4" heels though. I can barely handle a half inch wedge these days.

This just reminded me of when the same plastic chair failure happened to me on a tour boat in Berlin on a school exchange trip. I was 14, a little chubby, and it happened in front of the boy I fancied. Mortifying.

@Springbuck you've reminded me - this doesn't count as it wasn't in public, but I did something similar in a hotel room which had a slight step down into the bathroom. I'd had trouble parking, had to walk further than planned, was dying for the loo, got held up by chatty person at reception. Finally in the sanctuary of my room, I threw my case down, ran for the bathroom, fell down the step, landed in a heap beside the toilet and promptly pissed myself.

I was at the beach with DD3. I was utterly exhausted. There is a fairly large wall you have to climb to get back to the car park. I think it's about 4ft high, but there are some pockets in the face of it that you can get your toe into. Below the wall, there's a ledge, then about 18 inches below that, another ledge, then the shingle of the beach. I'm not really sure what happened. I can't decide if I got my foot caught in the pocket as I tried to lift it out and it pulled me back, or whether I went a bit faint at the top of the wall and fell. All I know is that I realised I was falling and in the split second that I had presence of mind, I managed to spin in the air onto my side, because I knew I was heading back first for the concrete ledge. So I landed on my hip and shoulder, then bounced down onto the second ledge, then onto the beach. My sea glass pot spilled everywhere, too.

A lovely young couple came running over to me to see if I needed help. I gamely smiled and said 'Oooh thank you for asking but I'm fine...I'm just going to collect my glass and try again, he he.' Inside, I was thinking 'oh my goodness...have I broken something? It's really painful!' I was ok, but the bruise was quite impressive!