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Embarrassing moments feel less embarrassing when you share them with friends and you can all smile about it. You are priceless ((((Cori)))).While working on the opus recounting major incidents, here is a brief account of how I managed to humiliate myself three times on my return to church following my accident. We arrived at the building slightly but not seriously late and I entered the elevator. I was confused in the dark by all the buttons, and rather than hit the light switch I hit the alarm and announced my presence to everyone there! Luckily no one came. So I got through choir practice all right and down the steps into the sanctuary without a catastrophe. I gave my music to a choir member and asked her to get me a bulletin, as it was enough to get just myself and the scooter into the sanctuary. Then I asked a guy to get my music and bulletin from her, only I said the wrong name--it was her sister who had them! And I've only known these two for 46 years--they are not that much alike!
I brought my video camera and instructed my sister on how to operate it, even pointing at a display which I thought indicated the amount of tape remaining saying, "We won't need half that much"--I figured one or two thirds would do it. Then the tape ran out almost immediately! Luckily she saved the day by taping the kids' presentation on her iPhone as I hadn't told her there was a blank tape in the case nor how to change tape. She then brought the camera to me and I was totally nonplussed at finding what I assumed to be a blank tape actually being almost full. Somehow it was not taken out with the other full ones--nor can I find where I put those. While we were talking about this, the choir was lining up and some starting to stare, as it was time for the anthem and they must have thought I needed help getting up to sing. So got up and hurried over to do that, making three humiliations in a very short time. Everyone was most forgiving as they were surprised I was there at all, let alone juggling two cameras, a walker, a scooter, and music while on heavy painkillers! A good time was had by all and a perfect angel of a little girl even wished me complete healing and a merry Christmas!
I just ended up with lots of gutter balls. Brought some home made Rice Krispie squares, but had a shortage of baking on hand and had to fill in the tray with store bought cookies - I think THAT was more embarrassing for me than not doing well at bowling!Bowling counts. Especially when you bowl down an isle you are not in. That can happen.
They probably thought Christmas came early that year.Does anyone remember those stockings that had the sticky tops that were supposed to just stay up on your legs and look all sexy?
Well, many years ago I took hubby to a company Christmas party. This was back in the 90s when they spared no expense for these things. It was held in the local art museum. He was dressed in a nice suit. I had on my little black dress with silver and gold accessories, and a pair of those stockings. As we were walking in, they decided they wanted to start rolling down. Ok, it's just us here. I'll duck into this empty room and adjust them. Hubby can stand guard at the doorway to make sure no one comes in. And I hike up my dress and make my adjustments and smooth everything back in place...
and realize I am standing in the room with the Faberge eggs exhibit. With probably 10 cameras and security guys looking at my "exhibit"!
OK, so since I'm spilling my beans, I'll tell you another thing I did. I did it today. Two of the guys I work with were talking. Justin asked David if he had seen a copy of a cd a customer on the phone was wanting us to check for. David asked him if it was the one that was on the pricing table yesterday. Justin said yes, that's the one. David asked Justin if it was the one with the special features and it was still in the shrink wrap. Justin got all excited and said, yes! That's the one! Do you have it? David was completely deadpan and said, no. The look on Justin's face was one of utter disappointment, and for some reason that struck me as being hilarious so I started cracking up and then farted. We all lost it. So I guess that was a good way to end my work day, right?
I feel bad for laughing aloud, but I did. It's like a movie sceneMany moons ago, in front of a packed board room, I observe that the water-cooler jug is near empty. I go to change it. Pulling the cap off the new jug toward my face (first mistake) with one swift yank (second mistake), I wind up punching myself in the eye. I instinctively cup my face, letting go of the jug (third mistake), cold water sloshes me from my waist down. Burning face, freezing crotch, I turn from the flow (forth mistake), slip and fall on the wet floor. BANG! Full-on snow angel!! Reaching up for something to support me, I inadvertently grab the nozzle and tray of the jug-stand for the big heave (fifth mistake, grand finale), essentially folding the whole contraption down on top of me.
I couldn't buy dignity that day with a pocket full of twenties.
LMAO....holy crap that's a Three Stooges type of accident..lol...wow.Many moons ago, in front of a packed board room, I observe that the water-cooler jug is near empty. I go to change it. Pulling the cap off the new jug toward my face (first mistake) with one swift yank (second mistake), I wind up punching myself in the eye. I instinctively cup my face, letting go of the jug (third mistake), cold water sloshes me from my waist down. Burning face, freezing crotch, I turn from the flow (forth mistake), slip and fall on the wet floor. BANG! Full-on snow angel!! Reaching up for something to support me, I inadvertently grab the nozzle and tray of the jug-stand for the big heave (fifth mistake, grand finale), essentially folding the whole contraption down on top of me.
I couldn't buy dignity that day with a pocket full of twenties.
Grand Slam!Many moons ago, in front of a packed board room, I observe that the water-cooler jug is near empty. I go to change it. Pulling the cap off the new jug toward my face (first mistake) with one swift yank (second mistake), I wind up punching myself in the eye. I instinctively cup my face, letting go of the jug (third mistake), cold water sloshes me from my waist down. Burning face, freezing crotch, I turn from the flow (forth mistake), slip and fall on the wet floor. BANG! Full-on snow angel!! Reaching up for something to support me, I inadvertently grab the nozzle and tray of the jug-stand for the big heave (fifth mistake, grand finale), essentially folding the whole contraption down on top of me.
I couldn't buy dignity that day with a pocket full of twenties.
Aww Nottie, I would've loved to have gotten a kitchen witch. I think that was a terrific gift! Some people's children, no gratitude.I once gave a Kitchen Witch to a friend at a very formal wedding shower. You hang it, in kitchen.
Shock! gasps! Pearl clutching! "ehhh,. thanks!, she said."
I thought everyone had one! I did, so did my other friend.
It's good luck! Stops things from burning and stuff. It sat there with all the crystal presents on display.
Really?! That's so sweet.I'll get you one
OK then but I'll owe you a book. Send me a wish list. You are a doll!pm me. I am going to order another. It's been awhile. Lost mine a long time ago. That's what wrong!
All those burnt pork chops and stuff.