Most Embarrassing Moments

Bill · 02-23-2008, 10:36 PM

Ok, this thread's slippin' off the trail like a three-legged mule. The title was not "Bill's Most Embarrassing Moments", but "Most Embarrassing Moments", and you ladies and gentlemen were supposed to join in with your most embarrassing moments. I see that hasn't happened just yet, so I'll set another example for you to follow. Prom night, I picked up my date, Maria, and I escorted her to the passenger side of my '74 Vega, with Blue-Metallic Flake paint and "expensive" white letter tires, while her father gave me those "what if I just kill you right now" eyes. I walked around to my side, got in, and shut the door. As we drove through town, me in my badass white tux. and Maria in her awesome white prom dress, I noticed cars kept honking at us and waving and pointing down, and I just waved back, thinking, "yeah, that's right, I'm lookin' good and my girl is lookin' good and you wish you were us", and then we stopped at a red light. Maria says, "Billy, roll down your window, that guy is trying to say something to you." I did, and the guy says, "Man, I been trying to tell you, the tails of your tuxedo have been draggin' the street for 15 minutes, they're black as hell, you shut 'em in the car door."

Gerri · 02-24-2008, 09:14 AM

I too was 14 - this seems to be the age when everything is embarrassing! I was a freshman in high school and had worn a dress to school that day. I'll take you back to the 'pre pantyhose era', when garter belts were actually functional. (An aside here - I am convinced that a man invented the garter belt, and a woman invented pantyhose, but I am just basing that on how the two minds think.) So, I had on my dress with 'stockings' as they were called back then; holding up my stockings was my garter belt. (Boy, I'm blushing as I write this - or is this a hot flash??) Anyway, I am walking across the high school campus after school (THANK GOD, as it was pretty much deserted) with my bestfriend when PING I felt something give way at my waist. My garter belt had come undone and as I looked down in horror I saw the elastic and hooks that were previously holding up my stockings hanging down under my dress. A few feet away was a brick wall where all the gangs congregated so they could give threatening looks to everyone as they passed - fortunately no one was there. I made my way SLOWLY over to "The Wall" (as it was called), trying to keep everything up and above my hemline. When I got to the wall, I propped myself up against it and asked my friend (who by the way, was laughing hysterically and had practically stopped breathing) to go and get me the trash can that was across the way. She dragged the trashcan over and I asked her to stand in front of me while I whipped everything off in one fell swoop. I threw it all in the trashcan and put my shoes back on and walked away - pulling my hysterical friend behind me. A few years later, when panyhose came out, I was sure that every woman's prayer had been answered. Oh, and I am still good friends with my laughing, trash can dragging rescuer.