Category: Let's talk
None of us are perfect, and a few of our inperfections lead to, ahem, embarrassing moments. So, fess up, what's your "busted" moment?
I'll start.
1. When I was about eight I was caught masturbating in sunday school. I don't remember much about it, but I think the teacher was pretty cool about it, she just told me to put that thing away.
2. Early in my marriage, I had an affair with a high school girlfriend. One day I molified my wife with some story to cover my tracks, went to visit my high school friend, and, when I walked in both my wife and my girlfriend were sitting on the couch.
Okay, your turn.
masturbating in sunday school?????? lol, too funny!!!!!!!!!!! :d
wow bob. wow.
I'm not sure what's more crazy, that you were cranking one off in Sunday School or that you were 8 when it happened. There are too many to list here for me, but here's one.
A few years ago, when I had just started my graduate program, I got really drunk at this girl's house. I ended up projectile vomiting all over her bathroom. Along with a wonderful sent, I'd say i left a good first impression, wouldn't you? I did what I could to clean things up, but still....
Yeah the dude is a trip!
Here are two that I can think of.
1. When I was about five, I decided to draw a mural on the dining room wall in orange marker. I was pretty proud of myself, till Mom walked in later and saw it. She was understandably upset, so when she asked me if I'd done it, I lied and said no. She then asked if I knew which wall it was on, and not having developed logical thinking yet, I walked to the wall and pointed right at the mural. Obviously, what my child's mind did not think through was that if I hadn't done it, I'd have no idea where it was, since I'm totally blind. Oops.
2. The other fun moment is when I was in middle school, and proceeded to be trashing one of my teachers while friends and I were standing by our lockers. One of them tried to cut in to warn me, but I was on a rant, and didn't listen. Therefore I figured out too late that the teacher in question, whom I had to deal with on a daily basis, was standing directly behind me. Oops again!
LOL Alicia. I can't keep track of the number of times my big mouth has gotten me in trouble like that. Once I get started on a rant, no one can shut me up until I'm done, and by then the person I'm ranting about has heard everything.
oh... i can think of loads of stuff that has happened to me. :)
1. i was on holiday and i was talking to my sister on the beach and i said to her, wow!. our holiday rep is extremely unhelpfull, don't you think?. she's like yeah... we were even put in a small hotel room. none of us knew the holiday rep was standing above us getting the kids together for the daily activities, and she heard everything!
another time (and i always laugh at this one) i went camping, and 1 of the days we were set to go rafting. we built our own rafts, and then went along the river. now it was not the hottest day and i was really enjoying myself, splashing in the cold river. after a really big splash, i fell off in to the river. clothes still on (including shoes) i swam back to the shore. unluckly for me, my clothes were all wet and i was meant to be having a picnic on the banks. so i had to get naked in front of all the onlookers, and sit there in the nude eating crisps and chocolate. so embarrasing!.
another time i lost my mobile phone in a shop, picked what i thought was my phone up and walked out the shop. presently while we were doing our shopping, the phone rang. i ansered, only to hear a customer on the other end asking to speak to the manager. it was then i realised i'd picked up the shopkeeper's telephone by mistake.
i'll post more later. :)
Well, I'm sure we can all think of plenty of these. Once when I was in high school, a bunch of us were sitting around outside about 10:00 at night. I had my guitar, and was singing all these really racy songs. One of the dorm houseparents walked by and said, "Thanks for the entertainment, Lou." It was dark, but one of the partially sighted students said they could see my face turn red.
Lou
I think one of the worst (I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me) moments came while I was at college. I was studying sound recording and it had been decided by the powers that be that as the college had all these lovely high-tec recording studios available, that it should start producing it's yearly prospectus in audio, to be recorded by us students.
So I was working with the head of the department who was doing the actual narration while I was recording and he read one particular part in which he said the word college about 4 times in 15 seconds. I promptly stopped him and said, "Bloody hell Martin, I don't know who wrote this dribble but that is absolutely terrible, one word should never be used that often that closely. Surely who ever wrote this rubbish should know something that basic?" To which he replied, "I don't know, why don't you ask him, he's sitting behind you."
That was definitely one of life's more uncomfortable moments. What I was saying wasn't actually wrong, but had I have known the person who penned those words was sitting within a few feet of me, I suspect I may have worded my protest a little more diplomatically.
Dan.
O wow. Here I go. I can't believe I'm doing this, but...I guess we all have these moments, right?
1. When I was five, I wanted to know if pencils would write on the wall, so I tried it out, and then my babysitter walked in. Yes, I was actually at her house and not mine! Apparently the pencil did work on the wall. Oops.
2. Also when I was five, my mom let me use real scissors out of trust instead of those fake scissors that barely cut paper. Ten minutes later, she walked into the room to see how I was doing just as I was cutting my hair with them. Off to the hair dresser for me to get that fixed.
3. I had a secret crush on my Elementary School music teacher when I was nine, but since I knew it was creepy and wrong, I swore I would never tell anyone who could possibly have athority. Well, I was talking to my sister and one of our other friends about it. After our conversation was over, they rushed off to the music room to show him the conversation they had just been recording on tape.
I'm sure there are more I'm not mentioning. Stay tuned.
I can't believe I'm doing this but... The worst, "Shit! Busted! Argh! Hide me!" moment I think I've ever had was in March of last year. Before I begin my tale of "ugh shoot me please," it is necessary to inform you that I have hormone issues. These can literally cause me to be fine one second, and vomiting profusely the next.
One night a friend who needed to make a major technological purchase commissioned me to go tweedling around Boston with him to look at stuff. I threw together my homework, grabbed dinner, and we left. When we hopped in the cab, I was fine. Fifteen minutes out of our way, my body gives up the ghost with absolutely no warning whatsoever, and I was sick, everywhere. We go back to school, I explain what happened, throw my clothes in the washer, shower, etc. The next day, I took a cab back to the school, from where I was working at the time. When I got in the cab, I noticed there was plastic on the floor, and the little voice in the back of my head began muttering, "Shit, shit! Nooooooo!" As I'm getting in the cab, the same driver I had last night says, "Yeah...be careful...there's plastic on the floor because I had to have my cab cleaned because last night someone...yeah..."
Needless to say, as soon as we arrived at my school I was out of that car so fast you'd've thought I was trying to escape being mauled or something.
wow, kitty,
hmm let's see, I'd sent my senior english teacher flowers, and I did this anonimously so he wouldn't know it was me. Well, he found it was me because of a conversation I'd had with someone I thought was a friend, she in tern posted it up on the lobby board at the school.
When I was five, I called my house parent the f word. She informed me that was a nasty word by putting a brand new bar of institutional sope into my mouth. That sure didn't taste very good! Never called her that word again!
Hmm. I wondered if that trick would actually work. My parents were constantly threatening to do it, but never actually did.
To the last post, that trick didn't work, at least with me. When I was in third grade, I told someone about one of my teachers who spoke an untruth. I said, "She's telling a big, fat, juicy lie!" A minute later, I tasted the soap, and she said "You say I'm telling a big, fat juicy Lie?" It hasn't deterred my honesty, or sometimes, maybe my lack of sense.
Lou
hahaha. I guess it wouldn't work. I guess it just depends how much bad taste you can handle.