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Years ago I was in europe, france to be exact. That morning I put on a t-shirt then went out for the day, a t-shirt I got in wyoming a few months earlier.

I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…

At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…

mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is… 🤣

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I bought a T-Shirt at, I think it was, the San Diego Zoo. It had a picture of a Panda bear on it, and some Chinese writing underneath. I was wearing that to work one day (we had a very informal work dress code, despite being an engineering firm) and one of the ladies - from China - came up and started giggling at me. She translated my shirt: "Proud to be in the little toddler Panda club!" (something to that effect). I wonder why they sell a shirt like that in men's XL? The Chinese were probably laughing all the way to the printing office with that one.
 
I have a Tshirt story. Not really my embarrassing moment but pretty amusing. In the 80s my wife and I were riding my Goldwing on the freeway in L.A. on a warm summer day. Likely not wearing helmets either. We were on our way somewhere with a friend following in a car. Well people were smiling and waving, way friendlier than normal. Weird right? At some point our friend pulled up beside us and started pointing. It seems wife's shirt had blown up around her neck revealing her twenty something braless boobs. Somewhere someone still tells that story. 😂
 
I was in Samsclub once and we were getting a chocolate cake. I was making comments to Mom about how I was going to eat the whole thing by myself. This was before I was fat, but I have lumbar lordosis that makes my abdomen stick out more than normal. The cashier asked how far along I was. I had a good laugh and Mom said I wasn't pregnant. Poor cashier was mortified and started apologizing. I told her not to worry. I wasn't offended and I found it funny.

On the gas thing, one day back in Guam I was having to stand in line for college registration. I'd been in line about 6-1/2 hours & started developing gas. I let out one of those silent but deadly farts. I heard a noise behind me and saw the guy who was behind me in line had been squatting down. He got hit fully in the face. I felt bad for him but I still had to laugh about it.

My friend embarrassed himself today trying to remove the hose from the air compressor. He didn't stand in the right spot. Hose shot off and hit him in the nuts.

When I was studying marketing in college we discussed how Coca Cola tried to design cans for China and whoever did translations for them was either trolling them or was an idiot. Because the translation on the can essentially said "Bite the wax tadpole". Not embarrassing for me obviously, but it was for Coca Cola.
 
Peanut said:
Years ago I was in europe, france to be exact. That morning I put on a t-shirt then went out for the day, a t-shirt I got in wyoming a few months earlier.

I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…

At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…

mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is… 🤣

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The first time I went to the Grand Tetons, in 1976, I learned about what the word teton translated to in French. I must have read it on a brochure or something. Most people probably have no clue!
 
Ok, this is down the list about #15 of the ones I have, but way shorter than #1.
When I was young, my brother needed to borrow a tractor from his banker buddy in town, 9 miles away from the field and wanted me to follow him back in his truck.
We went to his buddy's house and it was a long, slow ride to the field.
A couple weeks later I was helping him finish up and he said:
"I need you to take the tractor back to tha-house".
I took off down the highway, and noticed I had no escort.
I figured he could leave the field much later and still pick me up.
The fuel was low but I had enough to make it to town.:thumbs:
9 miles later, I rolled up in his friend's driveway.
I knocked - nobody home :dunno:. No biggie, I just gotta wait.
So I waited...
One hour went by... then 2 hours.
Brother finally showed up, got out of his truck with his face as red as a tomato and screamed:
"I meant my house, you dummass!!!" (which was one mile from the field :rolleyes:).
"I just needed to put fuel in it!"gaah.
 
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This is really rather tame. I was cheering at a basketball game in high school. Our cheer uniform was an orange sweater with a black skirt and pleated with orange and white. It was winter and cold bus ride so got home and backed up to gas heater. Discovered I had forgotten my bloomers and had purple and yellow striped bikini underwear only. Nobody said anything so I guess it was just my secret
 
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Discovered I had forgotten my bloomers and had purple and yellow striped bikini underwear only.
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That took courage to admit. But I support you so I'll admit to something similar. I once wore red, white and blue striped sear-sucker bell bottoms with white patent leather shoes, a silk shirt with lapels 6 inches wide, and a gold chain. That got me into the disco bar where the girls were. The next night I donned my blue jeans, cowboy boots, pearl button plaid shirt and cowboy hat. That got me into the country western bar where the girls were. The next night was ripped up cut-off jean shorts, sandals and a tie died T-shirt for the rock bar ... but there weren't any girls there. :confused:

The sad thing was my friends and I were not this. I mean, we were in BAND. More used to black leather shoes, white socks, high water 100% synthetic pants, and white shirts buttoned all the way to the top - with pocket protectors holding at least a dozen pens (for redundancy, never wanted to be without). But you couldn't get into any of the clubs wearing our normal day-to-day wear. You'd get beat up for trying that.
 
Peanut said:
Years ago I was in europe, france to be exact. That morning I put on a t-shirt then went out for the day, a t-shirt I got in wyoming a few months earlier.

I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…

At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…

mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is… 🤣

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What IS the literal translation?
 
For a few years, I was a bouncer at a bar that was normally quiet, but occasionally, we had the drunk that needed escorting out the front door. Since I was there every night, the owner hired me to be there for 3 hours a night, and he would provide me free drinks and a bit of spending money. This was a neighborhood bar, where country western music was often playing, but bands like Marshall Tucker were commonly blasted from the juke box or the occasional live bands that would perform there playing Eagles and other type of good music.

The owner told me he wanted to remodel the place, so he closed for an entire month to transform. On opening night, I brought 6 of my burly warehouse worker friends to kick off the grand opening. I told them I had worked there for years, there were lots of pretty girls, and the bar would mix a great drink, and I was paying for the drinks all night. We walked inside, and immediately noticed it was very dark and smoky, the music was no longer country western, but more of a Disco type of music. I also noticed there was white fur on the walls. As my eyes got into focus, I saw about 10 limp-wristed guys wearing sequinned G-Strings, and began to approach us all. Holy crap... it was a GAY BAR!

Yep, we all ran out as fast as our feet would move!
 
You don’t realize people are watching you when you stand up from a relaxed position on a sand bar in the dreamy Atlantic side in Key West until you hear the whooping and wild calls because when I stood up, the shoulder straps from both sides of my swimsuit top slipped down onto my arms revealing my chest. I had loosened the straps because of sun burn yet there I was out there again….with my best friend who eventually became my husband. Think 1977/78
 
Patchouli said:
You don’t realize people are watching you when you stand up from a relaxed position on a sand bar in the dreamy Atlantic side in Key West until you hear the whooping and wild calls because when I stood up, the shoulder straps from both sides of my swimsuit top slipped down onto my arms revealing my chest. I had loosened the straps because of sun burn yet there I was out there again….with my best friend who eventually became my husband. Think 1977/78
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You gals and your swimsuit issues 🤣😃
 
I just remember my mother made me wear a dress for some sort of awards ceremony at school. It was for honor roll stuff and I was getting an award. It was a strapless dress. I stood up and the dress got caught and came down to almost my waist. I wasn't wearing a bra as I didn't have any strapless ones. I pulled it up pretty quick and nobody said anything. But I've hated strapless dresses ever since. For that matter, I don't like dresses at all. I prefer pants.
 
So, after my first divorce, I sold my house and rented a really nice apartment with a fantastic pool. I met a girl, and had been out with her twice. She calls me at 8am, 4 hours after I got home from work, so I was out of it. She asked if I minded if she brought her mom so they could lay out by the pool. Of course, I said "sure", and went back to sleep. An hour later, my door was knocked on, so here was my chance to meet this new gal's mom. On the chair next to the bed were two pair of Levi's. The one on the right had the complete crotch ripped out, and were set out to throw away. The ones on the left were the Levi's I would wear to work.
When she knocked on the door, I inadvertently grabbed the Levi's on the right, put them on, and met my G/F and her mom. They sat on a lounge chair by the pool, and I pulled up a chair so I could talk to them. About an hour into the conversation, I noticed both kept their heads down and were avoiding eye contact with me. I couldn't understand why they were acting all shy, until I looked down and realized I had put on the wrong pants.
My God, all of my junk had fallen through the softball size hole, and I had been exposing myself for an entire hour, just two feet from their heads!
Yes, this was my most embarrassing moment to date.
 
havasu said:
So, after my first divorce, I sold my house and rented a really nice apartment with a fantastic pool. I met a girl, and had been out with her twice. She calls me at 8am, 4 hours after I got home from work, so I was out of it. She asked if I minded if she brought her mom so they could lay out by the pool. Of course, I said "sure", and went back to sleep. An hour later, my door was knocked on, so here was my chance to meet this new gal's mom. On the chair next to the bed were two pair of Levi's. The one on the right had the complete crotch ripped out, and were set out to throw away. The ones on the left were the Levi's I would wear to work.
When she knocked on the door, I inadvertently grabbed the Levi's on the right, put them on, and met my G/F and her mom. They sat on a lounge chair by the pool, and I pulled up a chair so I could talk to them. About an hour into the conversation, I noticed both kept their heads down and were avoiding eye contact with me. I couldn't understand why they were acting all shy, until I looked down and realized I had put on the wrong pants.
My God, all of my junk had fallen through the softball size hole, and I had been exposing myself for an entire hour, just two feet from their heads!
Yes, this was my most embarrassing moment to date.
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How many times did you see here after that??

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The most embarrassing moment I remember is what our secretary did on my 40th birthday. She talked the construction supervisor , an older overweight black guy I didn't always get along with into jumping out of a cardbord birthday cake in his underwear with a sign saying " happy birthday" .....whatever in the world made her and him do that I have no idea. The entire office was of course present and I wanted to sink into the ground
And no, sadly I am not making this up, it happened. No wonder I have anxiety issues and never ever celebrate my birthday voluntarily.
( I have some bad birthday stories but they were not embarrassing just bad, so I won't talk about them)

Not even peeing on the side of the road in full view of everyone passing by and the people on the bus in India comes close to that one ( I was not the only one, there was no rest area on a long trip )
 
Peanut said:
Years ago I was in europe, france to be exact. That morning I put on a t-shirt then went out for the day, a t-shirt I got in wyoming a few months earlier.

I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…

At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…

mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is… 🤣

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That was pretty embarrassing. You were simply trying to keep abreast of the situation, but I guess you really got the booby prize for that mistake! Why, if one of those mademoiselles had slapped you, it would really be a tit-for-tat....

You could always use the excuse that you didn't remember where you were; losing your mammary, as it were.
 
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havasu said:
So, after my first divorce, I sold my house and rented a really nice apartment with a fantastic pool. I met a girl, and had been out with her twice. She calls me at 8am, 4 hours after I got home from work, so I was out of it. She asked if I minded if she brought her mom so they could lay out by the pool. Of course, I said "sure", and went back to sleep. An hour later, my door was knocked on, so here was my chance to meet this new gal's mom. On the chair next to the bed were two pair of Levi's. The one on the right had the complete crotch ripped out, and were set out to throw away. The ones on the left were the Levi's I would wear to work.
When she knocked on the door, I inadvertently grabbed the Levi's on the right, put them on, and met my G/F and her mom. They sat on a lounge chair by the pool, and I pulled up a chair so I could talk to them. About an hour into the conversation, I noticed both kept their heads down and were avoiding eye contact with me. I couldn't understand why they were acting all shy, until I looked down and realized I had put on the wrong pants.
My God, all of my junk had fallen through the softball size hole, and I had been exposing myself for an entire hour, just two feet from their heads!
Yes, this was my most embarrassing moment to date.
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Did you get a sunburn? Great first impression for her Mom. 🤣🤣
 
Patchouli said:
You don’t realize people are watching you when you stand up from a relaxed position on a sand bar in the dreamy Atlantic side in Key West until you hear the whooping and wild calls because when I stood up, the shoulder straps from both sides of my swimsuit top slipped down onto my arms revealing my chest. I had loosened the straps because of sun burn yet there I was out there again….with my best friend who eventually became my husband. Think 1977/78
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That reminds me of a story told by a co-worker. She, her husband and their early teenage daughter went on a vacation. They were floating on inner tubes on a feature called the Lazy River. Every once in a while you floated under a waterfall. My co-worker had untied the top to her bathing suit to not have tan lines in her shoulders. She floated under a waterfall and unbeknownst to her, the waterfall pushed her top down. After she wiped the water from her face, she noticed her daughter mouthing words to her and pointing to her chest. My co-worker was not understanding and giving her daughter a quizzical look. She finally noticed and pulled her top up. The man floating next to her was politely covering his eyes and laughing. She started laughing. Her daughter was so mad at her and said ‘how could you laugh?’ She answered ‘what do you want me to do? Cry?’ 🤣
 
I lost my first career when gasoline hit $1 a gallon. No one was hiring, no children, wife was working and mortgage payment was less then $100 a month. FIL wanted his barn painted and since I had the time I was volunteered. By the time I rode my bicycle to his farm the in-laws would all be gone for the day. Hot summer day and I had just finished the backside of the barn. Now is a good time to take a break and get a cold drink of water. As I walked up to the water hose at the house I saw my 18 year old SIL weeding their garden. I hadn’t known anyone was home. Polite thing to do is go over to her to say hi before getting my drink. She was bent over wearing a halter top. From the side I saw a full breast, somewhere between an A and a B. From her tone of voice she didn’t realize what she was showing. I took a step sideways to block the view, cut the conversation short and forgot about my drink of water to go back painting. I’ve never mentioned to her what I saw that day.

Fast forward to my third career. Short stature ladies. You do realize when you check your clothing in the mirror what you see is not what a taller person might see? I stopped to talk to my Boss’s secretary to give her a project update. She was sitting at her desk and I was standing across the desk from her. As she leaned forward, gravity changed her appearance and I saw the tops, sides, bottoms and very nearly a whole lot more of a pair of C+. I normally have a poker face, evidently not this time. She frowned, looked down to where my glaze had been involuntarily momentarily diverted to. Everytime after that I always made sure the flower arrangement she kept on her desk was between me and her chest, just in case.

A Count‘s castle was high in the mountain and he was in need of a Driver for his horse drawn coach. He interviewed three candidates for the position with one question. “You know the roadway up to my castle has a 1,000 foot drop off. How close could you get to the edge of that drop off and still keep my family safe?” First Candidate said “Two feet.” Second Candidate said, “One foot, yes he could get within one foot and still keep the Count’s family safe.“ The third Candidate said, “I don’t know. I’ll keep as far away from the edge of the drop off as possible.” Can you guess which Candidate was hired?

I try my best to follow the third Candidate's example. Too many spouses use the excuse “Well I didn’t mean to have the affair“ when in reality they permitted temptation to carry them to closer and closer to the edge of the point of no return. Not me.
 
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