Here's mine...

My BFF and I were out at the dancehall club we used to go to every Fri and Sat night unless one of us had a date. We would always stand right in front of the big booming speakers so the bass would go right through us, and we'd YELL our conversations to each other the entire night. Well, there we were, sipping our drinks and grooving to the music, and gossiping about all the news, etc... When we were talking about one of our friends who had a pregnancy scare. So of course BFF didn't hear what I had said, so I had to yell to her "I said Michelle has to take another PREGNANCY TEST!!!" Well of course, the music had completely stopped after the word "another," so I'm standing there like an idiot screaming PREGNANCY TEST in the club, so the DJ goes, HEY HEY DERE CARMEN GAL WE DO HOPE IT COME OWT NEGATIVE, YA HEEEAR? And everyone laughed and laughed... HOW HUMILIATING!!!

Carmen- That is priceless. I'll bet you could have died on the spot!!!

Once in church the young women were supposed to be singing for the congregation. We were supposed to practice for weeks, as it was supposed to be very special. Well the Bishops wife was in charge of directing the music. She was an old lady, retired school teacher, and very prudish, her name was Jean. Me and my friends Emily and Nikkie got to laughing one night at rehearsal. We were hiding our faces behind out song books and laughing our heads off. Mean Jean stopped the music and told us if we did not stop it right now she was going to make us sing a solo in front of the group. This only made us laugh harder, until she made us stand up in front of the group. We were laughing so hard by this time, there was no possible way we could sing. We pretty much stood there and laughed while the piano pounded out the music. Mean Jean was livid. We ended up in the bathroom trying to get control of ourselves.

I was driving back to college after a weekend home and had the windows rolled down in my 83 Buick Regal b/c I was trying to keep myself awake. Anyway, I had the radio blasting as well, b/c for some reason I was so drowsy. Anyway, I get to the town my college is in and pull over on the side of the road for a funeral. I start getting looks from people in the cars. That's when I realized my blasting radio was playing "I just died in your arms tonight." Oh my gosh...it was awful. Can you imagine?

Carmen, Katie, Dairy, and Agge....too funny! It's nice to hear that other people are routinely humiliated in public -- I sure am!

Ok, let me explain this first so you can understand my embarrasing moment. In P.R. when you give birth you share the room with another girl, is not private like when I give birth my DD in Tampa, so when I give birth my DS in P.R. I share a room with this girl that she was allways complaining about that she can't pass a gas(fart), she have a c-section like me, so one day my aunt and my cousin came to visit me, and the baby(DS) was in my room so my aunt take charge of my DS so I can eat my lunch and my cousin sit down in the bed with me, my aunt started tapping my DS back, you know to help the baby burp, and I hear this big farting sound and I said with my big mouth "WOW that was my baby" and the girl that was sharing the room with me said :"NO that was me" OMG.. That was embarrasing... but I couldn't stop laughing b/c my cousin said: Girl if your DS were the one that trhow that fart for sure his a** would have break appart".. I just couldn't stop laughing even though I felt bad and embarassed, and my c- section hurts like **** but it was soooo funny!!

LOL, how embarrassing for her!!!

Christie:
Girl, trust me if she was embarrased I felt worst, b/c after my family was gone I stayed alone with her, so I was just wishing that the earth could open and swallow me!

milca, i am laughing so hard i am crying!

Milca- That is so dang funny. I can just picture the whole scene.

I think that the most embarrassing moment ever may have actually occurred today. Not to me, for once. My little sis works in Physical Therapy at our local hospital. She does a lot of the inpatient work, and this morning she was sent down to work on a stroke vic. The lady had a stroke several days ago, and has been in a coma since. They work her legs and arms every day to keep her from getting stiff. So Kara notices as she walks into the room that there is a lot of family in the hall. There was a daughter standing next to the the bed. Kara says to her, "Hi, I'm Kara from Physical Therapy, and I came down to work your mom's arms and legs to make sure she does not get stiff." The lady says fine, she will wait in the hall. Kara thinks that the sick lady looks pretty bad, but stroke vics always do. She starts with one arm, and as she is finishing it, the nurse comes in and asks Kara if she can do her work at the same time. Kara says sure and starts working on one of the legs. The nurse says "It is really nice of you to come down and work on her, you know." Kara asks why, since it is her job, after all, and the nurse replies "Well, I did not know that the Physical Therapy Dept. would work on patients post mortem." Kara yells "What?!!!" Turns out the lady had passed away about 30 minutes earlier, and the PT dept. had not gotten the call yet. Poor Kara was just mortified. Oh, yes, she was keeping her from getting stiff, alright.

Never posted here before, but loved this thread and laughed my butt off....Here's one of mine-
My ex husband and I were in a Blockbuster video when my daughter had just started walking well, and he was holding her hand as we searched for a movie. Let's just say I knew him to be crude in public, and I kept catching a whiff of something awful every time I walked close to him. I kept telling him in a hushed voice to cut it out, that he was embarassing me, and he would deny doing anything. Of course, he always denied doing anything when he let one rip, so I would smell it again, and we went round for about 15 minutes before we were both so annoyed we just grabbed a movie to check out. On the way out the door, YET AGAIN. He got so mad at me for nagging him that he stopped right at the door and said "I bet it's her anyway!" and picked her up to check her diaper there in front of everyone. He shifted her to her side to have a peek, and diarreah green gush dripped all down his arm, onto his shoes, and all over Blockbusters carpet. What's worse is that he was so embarassed he just turned red and hurried out the door, leaving me standing there not knowing what to do. I apologized to the open mouthed cluster of people whose attention we had drawn, and followed his suit. There are probably still tire marks in that parking lot where we burned rubber on the way out!

repo~ how come when a story starts with "once it church" its always funny...hehe...
omg, thats terifying about the stiff lady...your poor sister must have been mortified!

DF~ LMAO...could the radio play anything more inappropriate...hehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehe

here's the hall of fame one for me...one i blocked for years...truely more embarassing than funny for me, well at the time...i was in the 4th grade choir....i thought my voice was by far the best out there! when a solo for a popular song in those times came up, i auditioned my little heart out...and 5 of us got solos...weeks of preperation, it was time to sing for the upper classes...the 7th and 8th graders...i was the 3 rd up....when it was my turn, the choir teacher also on the piano did the intro notes to my solo...something like...tun tun ta nana tun tun...silence...again...tun tun ta nana tun tun...silence...again (this time whispering to me, go, you can do it)...tun tun ta nana tun tun....a frogs croack came out!!! a high pitched one at that...followed by some slurred words and silence...hehehehhe, im laughing just telling it...the crowd roared in laughter....the teachers tried to calm the kids down, but they were unstopable...the choir teacher continued on...when we finished with our solos we were to cross down the middle of the auditorium (you know like communion style during church) as i turned the corner (we were on the left side of the stage) i ripped my dark black pantyhose and made a huge, pink skinned whole on my thigh...so as i crossed all the classes and students there was clapping for the choir mixed in with laughter and pointing, not only at me but also at my whole in my pantyhose!! as much as i laugh, i still have problems public speaking, and you will hear a gittery voice up on stage everytime...oh well, im getting better, the more i go out there the more i realize "YOUR NOT IN THE 4TH GRADE ANYMORE!"

OMG.. Girls, I have laugh so much...

Well, this is one of those embarassing moments with your boss, I used to work in the Caribe Hilton Hotel in P.R., my position was F&B Supervisor (God I miss my job soooo much ) Well, one day, my boss came to my area, actually one of the big daddys of the hotel the Director of Operations, came to me to talk about some project and to check something in my area, since this is an open area, and P.R. is a tropical island there is allways flys, mosquitoes, birds and you know fruit flys, well I was having this serious conversation with my boss and when I open my mouth one of this little flys (the ones that you see only in the fruits very small) just flew to my mouth and I practically swallowed it (I know is gross) I just put my arms around my neck and started gaggling like trying to spit it out but I can't and my boss told me "are you ok," and I look at him like "don't you see me", he told me "let's talk about this later" and left. I felt sooo embarassed!

You ladies are cracking me up!

Here's another:

Thanksgiving, 1987. I am 21 and visiting my Aunt in Tuscon AZ. That summer was a VERY busy forest fire season, and I had just finished up. Sports bras were available, but really hard to find. I was in the bedroom changing and my mom walked in. She saw how black and dirty my bra was (you just can't get 50 days of ash and smoke out of a cotton bra) and decided that we were going bra shopping. So, off to the Galleria with my Aunt we go.... Mom and my Aunt are like a bunch of giggley teenagers whenever they together. We end up in this really swanky dept store, looking for sports bras. I had wandered off by myself, when I heard my mom and Aunt burst out laughing. Loudly. I debated just leaving them, then curiosity got the better of me. Apparently, they had come across this gal, who looked a lot like me.... from the back. She was looking at this strapless, backless, fancy schmancy bra, and my mom, being the queen of tact, says "My God, what do you want one of THOSE for?" This little gal turned around and stammered some response, then rushed out of the store. Of course, this was hysterical - and to this day, when any of us look at something out of character, the response is "Well, my God, what do you want one of THOSE for?????"

Ok -- how is last night for ya? I had to go to the Parent Only Meeting at my daughter's school -- I am going to be a 4th grade chaperone for the Mackinaw Trip (lord help me now).

Anyhow.... I was just chatting away with all the moms I know & having a great time when the Principal (whom I just love, she is wonderful) tapped my arm and said, "Ok Robin, go ahead you can start". Ummm start what? So like the dork I am I said, "I am sorry, apparently I was talking and not paying attention or listening for my instructions & NO my daughter doesn't get that from me!

Well I thought that was funny - most of the other parents did too (oh the look her teacher gave me hehehehehe) Then I behaved and introduced myself like a good girl.

Back in my skinnier days, I used to work in a bar. Well New Years Eve was always the busiest night. It wasn't my night to work, but I thought I would go and ring in the new year with my customers. By the time I got there, and added a few more, to say that I was blitzed is an understatement. As it came closer to midnight, the owner of the bar asked if I would help pass out champaigne. No problem. The champagne was poured into those cheap plastic champagne glasses, and lined up on a tray for me.
I took the tray to lift it over my head to get through the crowd, and the champaigne poured all down the front of me! :0 I was soaked, my hair, clothes, everything!
I wasn't allowed to participate in passing champaigne after that...