This is my most embarrassing moment ever.

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Tell me you've had worse. Walking home, the spoke of a man's umbrella knocked my wig off. Right by the traffic lights. Someone wound his window down to shout "I think you've dropped something, love".

Ok it seems funny now 😀

Waiting to cross the road at traffic lights mid afternoon. Cars stop on both sides of the road, my top half moves but my feet stay where they are. Fall face first into the road like something out of a sketch show. Didn't even put my arms out to break the fall! Have no idea why this happened but I will never forget the embarrassment!!

Years ago I used to suffer with extremely heavy periods. I'd stayed at my boyfriends house, and needed to be home early to go to work. My pains were getting worse and knew it meant another really heavy period. I went upstairs and asked my boyfriend if he could give me a lift home, but unfortunately he was still hung over.
I phoned a taxi and they said they would be about 15 minutes. I went to the loo and started bleeding badly, I used my last sanitary towel, and waited for taxi. Ten minutes later I was back in the bathroom, I'd got no more towels, and heard the taxi toot the horn. I grabbed all the toilet roll I could and stuffed it down my pants.

All the way home in the taxi I could have cried, I just knew I would have a mess on the back of my clothes. I got my money out ready, so I could just run in the house, but as I got out I noticed a patch of blood on the seat. I didn't say anything, paid and ran in the house. I am cringing even now.😳

I used to work in a record shop and we played very loud music. I was bent down facing away from the counter where several customers were waiting to be served. I was getting an order from a bottom shelf and I needed to fart. As the music was so loud I knew I could get away with it so I let rip. The song ended a millisecond before and there was a silent pause before the next song started. I had to pretend I couldn't find the order as I couldn't get up.

More recently, husband went to work and left me in bed. He was wearing the nice red shirt our daughter bought him for his birthday. He said he wouldn't be too long.

About an hour later there was a knock at the front door that woke me up. I jumped out of bed starkers and looked down the stairs to see a man in a red shirt at the frosted glass front door so ran downstairs and opened the door to the postman with a parcel.

Oh god I’ve been reminded of when I got into my car after work, immediately let rip (I mean, who doesn’t?!) only for a colleague to knock on the window. I had to make the decision of whether I just ignored her or opened the window. I am a very stint farter .

I'm a teacher. My block at work is on two floors. We have one staff toilet on each floor. When I started working there, they were both individual unisex toilets, not split into cubicles.

A couple of years ago, they refurbished the block over the summer. I didn't realise that the toilets were now split into smaller cubicles... men's downstairs, ladies upstairs. I strolled confidently into the downstairs toilets, to discover my manager standing at the newly-installed urinal zipping up his trousers. Luckily I didn't see 'anything' but I beat a hasty retreat and hid in my classroom for a while rather than risk seeing him in the staff room!

@Kaleidoscopes hahaha that's hilarious. My husband is much like that. I'll trump on the toilet and he will yell 'did you say something love?' from the other room.

Carpenter due after 12 -so they said. I had a shower at 10.30. I'd woken up with a migraine. Doorbell. Grab black puffa coat . Carpenter at door. Realise coat feels shorter than expected. Tug it down at back. Have to turn my back on Carpenter to open the child-gate for him. Hear big chuckle. My "coat" is my jacket. My bum is mooning up at him.

Nickersnackersnockers

Awkward!

What type of wig was it?

Itsreallyallovernow. Oh Yesss! I do that! I started talking to myself in the car and one day picked up a colleague of my husband's at a pedestrian crossing. He got in the back - quicker - he was on my side. A bit later on I start prattling on "Come on little car get your arse mobile blah blah". do it to music.... then a deep voice violently jumps me out of my skin saying "What was that you said?"

I went to my nephews wedding about 10 years ago and was wearing a beige linen trouser suit. My period came whilst in church. My dh told me I had blood trousers. I had to walk out carrying hymm sheet in front and got dh to walk close behind me. Managed to find a loo and clean myself up. Wash out crotch of trousers and dry with hand dryer.

A friend was trying on a wedding dress in a big department store when the fire alarm went off. Everyone is ushered outside with the staff desperately trying to keep a very expensive wedding dress from touching the dirty pavement. Friend realises that they've bunched it up around her, exposing her bottom and very small thong. She had no idea how long it had been like that as they'd walked some distance from the wedding department to the staff carpark.

Mitzicoco I used to use those spongy wire coloured curler things to roll my hair into a bun.

I went to a funeral. This older woman came up to me as we were going into the Church and whispered loudly "You've left one of your curlers in your hair."

My most embarrassing one was at the age of about 14. I was sailing with my Dad and his friend and was on the loo in a small sailing boat hit a wave and I got launched off the toilet hit the door went straight through half running half falling across the boat with my knickers round my ankles!!! Mortified...

I used to have excruciating periods when I was very young and extremely embarrassed about them. Once in a piano lesson I was in so much pain I started to feel faint and asked to go outside. The teacher said "It's only 5 minutes, just play this bit". I started trying to play it and then the feeling faint morphed into a desperate need to vomit. I was in this hot, cluttered, chintzy room surrounded by obviously incredibly expensive old lady things and a very, very nice piano that I couldn't, just couldn't, be sick near, so I overruled her refusal to let me out and got up and walked off. On the way to the door that black circle surrounded my vision like the end of loony toons, I lost all sense of direction, blundered into a tallboy and fell down and just about stayed conscious enough to feel an enormous vase that had been on top of it fall DONG onto my head. (didn't break. Phew.) I came round to see the piano teacher's face looming over me saying "what is your phone number?" She called my mum and I got taken home in the car. It was so embarrassing, I was even embarrassed about my periods with my mum and had never explained how bad they were and I think my mum didn't quite believe me.

Anyway I didn't throw up in the chintzy room so that's one embarrassment that didn't happen. The lesson I took from that day was: if you think you're going to faint just get your head down while it's still a choice.

I stopped wearing bikinis when as a kid aged 15. I dived into the local outdoor pool - small place where everyone knew each other - and my pants came off. The boys saw and quickly stole them. I couldn't get out of the pool but then they were swimming under water looking at me... It was horrendous because I was terribly embarrassed at that age. In the end I just swam to near the changing place and got out opposite it and ran in.

I have so many. My friend invited me to a "fancy dress fun night" with the theme "Arabian nights". She has dark skin and dark hair and had an authentic Morrocan outfit. I'm paper white and blonde. I made my fancy dress outfit, in the style of Jasmin from Aladin, from gold organza with gold colour plastic coins sewn in. I looked hilarious, but I thought everyone would. On arrival, it soon became apparent that my friend had misunderstood the event. It was a meeting of Arabic women, in their fanciest cultural dress, to celebrate Arab women's empowerment within their own community.

LakieLady.
People keep reminding me of things

I was going mental with the need to pee on driving down the M1. Took the next exit. Stopped by a drive to a big house, big trees, grassy verges. Went a little way inside the drive so any car headlights on the road wouldn't see me. Pants down, floodgates open and... Full on security lighting ! Sound of a door opening...
got back in car but not that well dressed.... Finished the next 2 hours of journey with a nasty wetness around my thighs.

Today. Time of the month and I leaked. All over the office chair. Bright red.

Agh!!!

Lol, yes paperwork always has to be done after a pee !!!

OK - here's mine, my DD's (she was 13 at the time) Sunday School Christmas party one year was bowling followed by a Maccy D's, same night as my works do. I went to collect her, tripped up the stairs and fell flat on my face in front of the vicar!! (I had had a or four) .

Fink. You've reminded me.... mine's a bit more vile....
Returning from Turkey. The squits began just before boarding.
I was being sick and having diarrhoea. I got to use the airplane loo once. Then they locked it. I had to sit in my seat being sick and every time I heaved to be sick I was pushing it out the other end. I cannot tell you what it was like. The Bastard who was with me had actually made me this ill by what he made me eat. He wouldn't help at all not even hold my drink of water which was a conical mug so you couldn't put it down. In the end I passed out.

When we arrived at Gatwick I managed to get into the first loo after baggage collection and put on new trousers. My trousers actually weren't as bad as I'd expected as it was watery.

Now I always travel with a pair (or two) of those incontinence pants. Never again!

SenselessUbiquity. Can't believe how many of you have such a bad time with periods. I was lucky. My eldest though used to faint. She fainted on the street in London once and a "bag-lady" helped her. She was very upset. She said "Mum, this poor lady was helping me. I should have been helping her."
second thoughts I do get really bad migraines.

Aged 13, sitting legs akimbo about to put a new sanitary towel into knickers, old one on the floor, lots of loo roll being used to clean myself up during a heavy period. In walks the French student lodger. Clocks me, apologises, walks out. Never been so shamed.

Walking across the quad at school, wearing a flirty little skirt. It was a windy day, up goes the skirt, over my face, me trying frantically to get it back in place. When I finally manage, virtually all the classrooms are lined with little faces watching Miss struggle in the wind. Horrific.

I pooped myself today at work. I’m not lying. I had to dash to Sainsbury with my coat wrapped round my waist.