I usually look to my mom for embarrassment. Like when she was in a dress running for the elevator at work and slipped on the floor, landed on her bottom and her legs spread wide, facing the elevator...which was full of men.
Or when she was admiring the new car she'd bought after we'd all gone inside and we sent my daughter out to check on her when she never came in. Daughter came back yelling "mamaw fell outta the car!" She got her high heel stuck in the door pocket (this was when they'd first started putting those in cars), and scraped up both her knees in the driveway.
Or when she was coming into the kitchen and stepped over the baby gate and lost her balance. Everyone jumps from the couch and she catches her balance...so we sit back down. She lifts her leg over the gate again and loses her balance. We jump up, she catches her balance, we sit. Round three...she lifts, loses balance, we jump....too late...SPLAT!
About the worst thing I think for me was when I went out to start my car one morning. It wouldn't run unless I warmed it up 10 minutes. And the emergency brake was out...standard. So I put a cinderblock behind the tire when I left it to warm up. Well...my block was gone. Fracking thieves. Anyway, the driveway was level, so I started it, and it sat fine, I went back in and stood in the door watching it. It was freeeeeeezing out. My daughter asked me something, I turned to speak to her, turned back...car's gone. You should've seen me running down the heel in high heels chasing it...like I was really gonna catch it before it ran through Mike's bathroom.
