[Evening]

I think I've been sprung... I got a notice in the mail that I got a package that I have to pick up at the post office (Royal Canin product manual?!). So you know what that means- someone came to deliver a parcel and I didn't answer the door. Why, I here you ask? Well I'll tell you why- because I was singing of course.

I listen to music 24/7 and tend to get rather into it. Living alone means I have authority to walk around naked, drink out of the carton and think I sound like Mariah Carey. But once or twice I've been caught. And today was no exception.

I got caught a few times in the past, once during a failed attempt to get a housemate someone came but then had to call my up and tell me they had been knocking on the door but I was too busy singing that I never heard them. Another time my neighbour (who is gone now thank god) showed up at my door in the middle of the night and told me to keep the music down, while at the same time trying to hide the fact something was rather humorous to them... what could have been so funny?

Now I've got to make the long walk to the post office to get my package...

But anyway, if anyone has any embarrassing stories they want to share to make me feel better, please do.

[Typo]

hahah Evening I love it! I've been caught singing before too! I don't live at home,but on rare occasions I get the house to myself when my parents and little sister go out to town to grocery shop, needless to say I got very into my Neko Case cd and was just belting along doing the dishes, I didn't even realize my parents had walked and and where giggling and watching me as I danced and sang around the kitchen, my sister full on laughing gave me notice to I had an audience, I turned red, then bursted into giggles myself over having been caught

[Shangrala]

I have a couple...

Many years ago, during my disco outings with my sister, one night in particular in between the bar hopping we were sitting in her car, changing our panythose, (lol...we'd dance so much that we'd wind up taking off our heels and dance without shoes...ending up with many runs in stalkings).
We changed into our new hosies...and proceeded to enter the bar, ready to hit the floor for more dancing.
Had been drinking some..and I couldn't understand why my feet hurt so much, (more than usual).

We take a break from our dedicated dancing (various partners...just having a blast...etc.) and stroll into the bathroom for a pee break, (my feet still killing me..mentioning to my sister how much more they hurt than usual).

We each go into our stalls (next to each other). As I'm doing my thing, I look down at my feet and notice...OMG....my shoes have been on the wrong feet all that time..
I couldn't help but to burst out in such laughter that my sister had to see what it was all about. I finish my business in stall, and meet her at the sinks...laughing so hard that I could hardly tell her what was so funny. I point to my feet...she looks down, and joins me in laughter.
(Guess I was pretty wasted that night..lol). Funny as hell.

This other story is also about when sister and I were out to our discos, (although this isn't exactly about MY embarrassment, though embarrassment, nonetheless..and quite funny).
As I've said, my sister and I had gone through our "top 40 phase", dancing at the bars/discos every weekend. We had our favorite places we'd attend. This one place in particular was more the disco scene, (we used to dress with the mini skirt, 3 inch heel look..blah blah....anyway).
We noticed how, when we'd sit at our table for a drink/break how some guys who'd be sitting across from us seemed to attempt to look up our skirts to get a quick look, or whatever.
Both my sister and I though..."Hmmmmm. I wonder what they'd do if they actually got a look at what they're attempting to see?"
With that though in the back of mind, one night as my sister and I were getting ready for our Saturday night out, I decided to put a little extra preparation into what I was wearing.
We head out. Arrive to our club. Begin to have fun..dance, drink, socialize, etc. The night wears on some, and sure enough, once again, my sister and I notice how some guys attempt to take a look at what's unavailable to be seen.

I tell my sister..."check this out...watch the guys trying to cop a look" (as I present to them exactly what they are obviously struggling to see). I sit and take notice how the guys sort of jump up and look away in great surprise. My sister looks at me and asks what happened. I tell her, "well..they wanted a look, so I gave them one. But what they received wasn't what I think they were after".
When I was putting that little extra effort in getting myself ready before our night out, what I had done was paint a huge WIDE open eye on the crotch of my pantyhose.
They got a look, alright..one right back at them.

Hope these stories makes you feel better....roflmao.

Shangrala

(((evening))), (((typo, (((shagrala)))--I gotta think of one--but those are really funny--

thanks--I know i must have one- but mind is so oft blank-there it is!
I get to the point where i'm all set up to say somthin-and blank--embarrassing----great thread Evening--i'll come back with a good one--hugs all

[Rhapsody]

I've been caught before, but it wasn't singing.... (lol)

[Shangrala]

How about..when SO preoccupied with thought (or, whatever), grocery shopping, stand in line, place all my goods to be rung up, bag them, pay for them.....and THEN walk out without them?
Now THAT'S embarrassing....(and yes, I HAVE done that).
Where WAS my mind?....lmao.

Or, the numerous times that I'd lose my van in the parking lot.
I got so bad that I finally attached a flag to my antenna so that I could see it lost within the sea of vehicles.

List goes on and on...lols. (It's a good thing that I not only have a sense of humor, but I can laugh at myself, as well).

[Evening]

Haha Shangrala your story in the toilet reminded me of something I did years ago.
I have a friend who's family is Mormon and they'd always get these Mormons from America staying in their house. She invited me to her church one sunday (I'm agnostic myself, but what the hell) (wait does anyone else see the irony in that last comment?). Well anyway, we went to the bathroom during that sunday school thing after service and I was busting to pee so much that I barely even made it. In fact when I went to sit down I completely forgot to put the lid up. It was too late for me to do anything so I just went, and my friend could here me laughing so she looked over and saw what I'd done.
Lucky it wasn't so embarrassing as it was highly amusing...

[CindyLuWho]

I once walked in on my pastor while he was doing the dishes naked. How's that?

[Shangrala]

This lil story is about my next door neighbor family, (my second family), during my childhood.

The family has been spending a couple days looking for dad's teeth, completely baffled as to where they could have gone.
I was over there the day they discovered the location of the set of dentures and we all had a great laugh.
Apparently, Charlie (the dad) was sleep walking one night and had gone to the fridge, opens freezer, pulls out a frozen pie and bites into it, pulling out his full set of dentures which was left behind, stuck in the pie.

Shangrala

[Evening]

Once I bought a recharge voucher for my phone, and then I couldn't find it, and I was flipping because I don't have a lot of money so it was a huge waste. I had searched everywhere- through my bag, my bedroom, I sent a message to my friend telling him if he finds a receipt in the car don't throw it out. Then out of frustration I decided to get something to eat, and lo and behold, I open the fridge and there's my recharge voucher sitting inside. Don't ask me how I managed that...

[Evening]

Originally Posted by CindyLuWho

I once walked in on my pastor while he was doing the dishes naked. How's that?

Mental images...

[CindyLuWho]

Yes, I still remember it. Clearly. What is seen cannot be unseen...

[Typo]

Oh I've got another good one too,

I"m attached to my phone, I always carry my phone with me, so much that it's so familar to carry that I forget I have it with me
I got to the store one time and just couldn't find my phone in my purse at all, Well lo and behold my phone rings, I answer it and I"m still digging through my purse, my mom asked me what I was doing and I replied "I can't find my phone, did I leave it at the house?" She busted into hysterical laughter, I then realized I had my phone, and I was talking on it.....

[Shangrala]

Originally Posted by Typo

Oh I've got another good one too,

I"m attached to my phone, I always carry my phone with me, so much that it's so familar to carry that I forget I have it with me
I got to the store one time and just couldn't find my phone in my purse at all, Well lo and behold my phone rings, I answer it and I"m still digging through my purse, my mom asked me what I was doing and I replied "I can't find my phone, did I leave it at the house?" She busted into hysterical laughter, I then realized I had my phone, and I was talking on it.....

THAT is priceless............

Shangrala

[lynn P.]

Once my husband's BIL(now deceased - no that's not the funny part lol) - went to visit a family who just lost a loved one. So he, his wife and kids all proceed to give their condolences and when it's his turn he says "congratulations" instead of "my condolences".

[Evening]

Once when I was a teenager (I think maybe 13 or 14?) I went shopping with a friend. We both thought we were super awesome at the time because it was one of the first times we were allowed to go shopping alone. I bought some clothes (a lord you should have seen them, I must have been a bit off my tree to even consider that they looked good- lavender pants, pastel blue glitter skivvy and a royal blue vest and the brightest orange fleece jacket= FAIL).
Well I decided to change into some of these clothes, and was walking around the mall like I was running the joint for about half an hour before someone tapped my friend on the shoulder and said 'can you tell your friend she's left the price tags on her clothes'.
Just to give you an idea of the SIZE of the tags-

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Is it any wonder I had no friends at school?

[Perna]

I still love (now) how when I lived in a bottom floor garden apartment, the upstairs neighbor had a piano and he only seemed to play it after he and his girlfriend had. . . gotten it on. So, I'd be awake(ned) in the middle of the night (we're talking 2:00 a.m. or so) by them getting it on (their bedroom was over mine so the bed banging around woke me) and then there would be loudish piano playing, in case I slept through the first? I mostly was across the street at my now-husband's apartment but, when he was away, I'd stay at mine. I made the whole thing bearable by imagining me going up there in my flannel pj's and knocking loudly on the door, having him answer and my saying something like, "I don't mind the good sex but the piano playing has got to go!" and then just turning around and going back downstairs.

[Evening]

Hahahaha I wish you had gone there and actually said that!

[lynn P.]

Last summer I was out doing yard work and this couple with gray hair walk by with a 11/2 yr old in a stroller. So I said "Ohhhh how cute, how old is your grandchild"? They said "this is our daughter"......inside I gasped, feeling like a complete idiot. I think they sensed my embarrassment, so they said "we had this one later in life". I told them "I'm so sorry", while I put my foot in my mouth.