You just reminded me of a cat related one too.So my cat decided to embarrass me today!
His cat tower is about 3 feet behind my chair where I'm set up WFH at the dining table. On a Teams Meeting with some colleagues, we're in the depths of a discussion so I'm scribbling away on a notepad and one of them just says "Is that your cat licking his doo-dah?"
I turned around and lo and behold, my big white and ginger cat is sat on the top of the tower in full view of the camera, giving his arse a good old clean
If that's your most embarrassing story, you're doing very well!I had an interview in one of those fancy serviced offices. I got through security & took the lift where I was directed. Did the interview, and took the lift back down to the ground floor. But I didn't recognize where I was, and was wandering around trying to look like I knew where I was going whilst desperately trying to find the exit. Got increasingly panicky, kept retracing my footsteps, then I nearly got trapped in a deserted room. I eventually twigged I must have entered on the Lower ground floor.
That happened to me while I was on holiday at Disney World a few years ago (white shorts), I actually was more upset by the fact I’d walked past numerous families but no one had the decency to say a word than having my period in the middle of the holidayI remembered a few more:
I remember travelling to Kilburn high street as a teenager to meet a boy I liked. I only had my travel cards, nothing else. I was wearing a brand new outfit, a crisp white crop top and white cargo pants, it was a very hot summer and I was really damp on the bus but put it down to the material of my pants clinging to my sweaty bum, the bus come to a standstill in heavy traffic and it was just too hot, so I decided to get off and walk down the residential area past Cricklewood, everyone was looking at me
and I honestly thought it was because I looked on point in my new outfit. So as I got to a shop with mirrored glass windows I took the opportunity to check myself out and was MORTIFIED, my whole arse was red. There was claret covering my whole arsecheeks. I was so embarrassed. I had literally bled out everywhere on my period and not one passer by had the decency to tell me! I had to walk like that through all the residential streets to my nans which thankfully wasnt too far from there because there was no way I was going to meet that boy. But it was far enough to walk with a bright red arse. I had to then go home back to Wembley in a proper old ladies cardigan. Easter egg chick yellow, it was the only one long enough to cover it and I did not want to stay for them to be washed no matter how much she was insisting. I just wanted to go home and cry.
No offence but how thick is your branch manager?I had to type an email to a new branch manager regarding login details for an office application. However I never properly proofread it before sending and about an hour later she replied asking why she was been asked to enter an offensive word?
Turns out I had typed "enter your accunt at the prompt"
Oops!
She worked in sales, selling computer hardware and software. But she wasn't at all knowledgeable with how they all worked. I don't know if you've seen that wonderful Ch4 comedy "The IT Crowd", but she is one of those users who complains about a computer not working, and on closer inspection she hasn't actually switched it on at the mains!No offence but how thick is your branch manager?Any other person would have read that and thought "oops, they were probably meant to put account" and maybe laughed. It's obvious!
I did the snorting myself awake thing in the cinema once!My other happened regularly pre-covid. Falling asleep on the Euston to Manchester train (and vice versa) and waking myself up snoring really loudly, like one big piggy snort.
One time I actually was so shocked and confused I asked the woman across the aisle "was that me?" and she grinned and nodded. The shame of it.
Sometimes, if I am on a window seat, I also drool and have to peel my face off the window.
I pray to god I don't fart too!
How many people have since told you it is really good luck??! hahaA bird shat on my head in the middle of Blackpool. I’d gone with friends for a boozy weekend and we’d not long got there. Felt a splat on my head, instantly knew what it was and shouted “OMG A BIRD HAS JUST SHAT ON MY HEAD HELP” My friends thought it was hilarious, I was horrified! Someone had to run into a nearby chippy to get napkins.
Too many, thankfully it was years ago now.How many people have since told you it is really good luck??! haha
This made me laugh out loudA bird shat on my head in the middle of Blackpool. I’d gone with friends for a boozy weekend and we’d not long got there. Felt a splat on my head, instantly knew what it was and shouted “OMG A BIRD HAS JUST SHAT ON MY HEAD HELP” My friends thought it was hilarious, I was horrified! Someone had to run into a nearby chippy to get napkins.
I didn’t know what else to do I just needed some helpThis made me laugh out loudyour reaction!!!
Haha! It's the most recent one that came to mind. I've got my period & poo stories too but I guess that kind of thing doesn't embarass me! I have a terrible sense of direction and I get mortified about it!If that's your most embarrassing story, you're doing very well!
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