Embarrassing Situations Thread V1.0 - Oh, the shame! - General

[QUOTE=GameDev;37094209]How is this thread successful but anonymous confessional wasn't[/QUOTE] Personally, anonymous confessional felt like the place to admit big life changing secrets, like if you were molested as a child or something of that caliber. Half the stories here are fart stories, which are much more common.

Me and my now ex girlfriend are riding the school bus home, its Valentine's day and for some reason she was feeling quite horny. (She was almost always like this, that's mostly the reason I started dating her.) Well we are sitting next to one another and she is wearing a low cut top like a ho, and she just reaches over and starts rubbing my leg. Well sure enough I get an insta-boner just before the bus is about to pull up to my stop. I get up trying to hide my erection and hurry towards the door. Then right as I'm about to reach the door the bus driver puts her hand out with candy in it, she was giving to everyone candy for Valentines before they get off the bus. Well my boner just completely sticks out and jabs her right in the arm. I was so fucking embarrassed, we just looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before I just grabbed the candy and hurried off the bus.

Halfway through my freshman year of highschool, I joined track and field. I've always been a good runner and the track girls were hot. Track was the last period of the day, a few hours after lunch, so I never had problems with tiredness or throwing up. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, we'd use the whole regular hour to lift weights and work muscles and whatnot in the weight room, then after school we'd spend an hour running outside like usual. Coach had us all scheduled, my group started with barbells and chin-ups and moved on to dumbbells and then ab and resistance stuff. Well, we were maybe fifteen minutes into the period, I had just finished bench presses and squats and had moved halfway towards the dumbbells to talk to a girl I had a crush on when I started to get [i]extremely[/i] dizzy. The entire room was spinning and I almost fell down. I puked in a huge arc in front of me, facing the girls at the other end of the room (maybe 30 feet away from me). First Coach heard the noise and yelled, "What the hell was that? Did someone throw up?" then looked at me and said "Holy shit, let's get you to the trainers!" (that's what we call the sports medicine students, don't know why) I turned to him to protest but just chundered again, barely missing him. Realizing he'd seen through my ruse, I hung my head in defeat, then vomited on my shoes. My Bangladeshian friend Atiq ran into the hall and brought back one of those huge trash bins and Coach brought me a towel to wipe my face with when I was done. Not only did I throw up [i]everywhere[/i] in front of a girl I liked, I had to throw away those shoes, and Coach and some other kid in track had to clean up two huge plateaus of toss. [img]http://i.imgur.com/TL7Ie.png[/img] Blue is me, red is my coach, brown is Atiq [img]http://i.imgur.com/AoLIN.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/f3nT2.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/tfEIu.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/IRkit.png[/img]

[QUOTE=cccritical;37120972]Halfway through my freshman year of highschool, I joined track and field. I've always been a good runner and the track girls were hot. Track was the last period of the day, a few hours after lunch, so I never had problems with tiredness or throwing up. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, we'd use the whole regular hour to lift weights and work muscles and whatnot in the weight room, then after school we'd spend an hour running outside like usual. Coach had us all scheduled, my group started with barbells and chin-ups and moved on to dumbbells and then ab and resistance stuff. Well, we were maybe fifteen minutes into the period, I had just finished bench presses and squats and had moved halfway towards the dumbbells to talk to a girl I had a crush on when I started to get [I]extremely[/I] dizzy. The entire room was spinning and I almost fell down. I puked in a huge arc in front of me, facing the girls at the other end of the room (maybe 30 feet away from me). First Coach heard the noise and yelled, "What the hell was that? Did someone throw up?" then looked at me and said "Holy shit, let's get you to the trainers!" (that's what we call the sports medicine students, don't know why) I turned to him to protest but just chundered again, barely missing him. Realizing he'd seen through my ruse, I hung my head in defeat, then vomited on my shoes. My Bangladeshian friend Atiq ran into the hall and brought back one of those huge trash bins and Coach brought me a towel to wipe my face with when I was done. Not only did I throw up [I]everywhere[/I] in front of a girl I liked, I had to throw away those shoes, and Coach and some other kid in track had to clean up two huge plateaus of toss. [/QUOTE] the sports medicine students were called trainers at my high school too. speaking of your story, reminds me of a story about cross country practice. We were set to do hill sprints all day, and it was going fine up until I felt that urgent feeling that you just had to stop what you're doing and unload a huge dump. Told my coach I had to go and I literally waddled like I had a stick up my ass to the nearest bathroom, only thing it was at least 200 yards away. When I finally made it, my ass let out the most furious shit I have ever remembered. But when I looked down, all I saw was shit covered in blood, and my ass was dripping blood. I almost passed out because I was just fucking horrified. I did the best I could to wipe and I nervously walked to the trainers. Explaining my problem to the trainers was probably the most awkward conversation you could imagine. Luckily they were legitimately concerned and concluded that I must have burst a blood vessel up in my nether regions, since I shat with fierce force. Thus, my ass never bled since.

When i shit myself in school thinking it was a big fart, luckily class was over and i had to rush to the toilet wipe my self and clean up. I had to chuck my pants in the bin and when i flushed i realized i made a huge mistake, i put too much tissue in the toilet and it flooded, causing me to run away. I was like... 7 at the time. I'm conviced to this day someone knew it was me. :tinfoil:

[QUOTE=GrizzlyBear;37121566]When i shit myself in school thinking it was a big fart, luckily class was over and i had to rush to the toilet wipe my self and clean up. I had to chuck my pants in the bin and when i flushed i realized i made a huge mistake, i put too much tissue in the toilet and it flooded, causing me to run away. I was like... 7 at the time. I'm conviced to this day someone knew it was me. :tinfoil:[/QUOTE] they might have noticed the 7 year old running around with no pants on and shitstains all over their elmo undies

[QUOTE=cccritical;37121801]they might have noticed the 7 year old running around with no pants on and shitstains all over their elmo undies[/QUOTE] I kept the trousers on. I was lucky enough for them not to be smelling like shit from a mile off.

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In school one day I had a Teacher from South Korea going on about how she can't wait to go back and how much she liked the place. Me being the Idiot I am took that as the most appropriate time to yell out, "but North Korea is best Korea!" I still kick myself to this day.

When I was younger, (around the time Crash Bandicoot 2 came out) I was at the mall with my mom and sister. My mom took me to EB Games and got me a Crash Bandicoot toy (the one with the booster surf board) to play with while she and my sister went to one of those girl stores. Since I had played Crash 2 and knew about his board, I tried to see if he could really float and stuff. I go to those Make-A-Wish Fountains to try and test my new toy out, it doesn't work and he sinks like a rock. Then as I try to get it, the wind or something hit me and I flipped into the fountain. I was a REALLY small kid back in the day and I couldn't (still can't) swim so I just started thrashing and splashing around trying to get out and grab my toy. My mom, with one hand, pulls me out of the water and starts yelling at me and makes me walk around soaking wet for the rest of the time until we went home. Then when we got to the car she spanked me but the joke was on her because I was so soaked I couldn't feel a thing! Never got my Crash toy back though...

I have this speech impediment where I can't pronounce "th" correctly. Like, this is how I pronounce a lot of words with "th" in them: the = duh there = dare three = free weather = wever brother = brover thy = die etc. I don't know how I acquired it, but aside from one of my friends, I'm the only one I've known who has it. She can't tell the difference between the way we pronounce it, but I can, which makes it quite a bit more annoying to me. It's not something that gets frequently brought upon, but every now and then a friend of ours will give us shit about it. Because I can tell that I can't pronounce it right, I HATE reading out loud in class. Despite this, I almost always seem to be picked for reading, much to my chagrin. The last thing we read in my English class was King Lear, which every passage I read seemed to be littered with "th" and sentences like, "Down, thou climbing sorrow! Thy element's below." And, noticing my mispronunciation, I would start to laugh and stumble over the words, and other people in the class would join, before soon the entire class was laughing, including the teacher, and I sort of just gave up. :v: Also, when I was in fifth grade, Naruto was the big thing at the time among our friends, and so we spent a lot of time playing the TCG for that (and occasionally MTG). My friends were fairly into in it, and so was I, and as a result, we had a tendency to spend a lot of money on it and had a fairly large collection. During a free period, my friend and I were playing a game. He had done something that had caused to him become very excited, and he slammed down his hand onto a few of my cards, including two of my most valuable cards. When he lifted his arm, I saw that the cards were bent, and immediately felt my heart sink. I could only sit there as I felt the tears began to rise, and soon I was bawling nonstop. My friend and another friend of mine were trying to comfort me, rubbing my back and saying, "don't worry, I can fix them", To which I cried, "YOU CAN'T EVEN FIX TOAST!"

[QUOTE=Pepsidude;37115395]A few weeks ago my friend was staying over at my house for the night, and around 4:00 am I just woke up to him beating off on the couch. He had rented some weird ass porno on demand. I asked him to throw a blanket over himself or something and he said "Dude, I'm about to finish", and he did. Oh god. I don't care if he does it, I just don't want to see it.[/QUOTE] You and your friends don't have a no-fap rule when people are over?

I was 12 and my period had started on a holiday flight. I became so embarrassed about it in the bathroom and so I told one of the stewardesses and she helped me and got me womens things afterwardsand so on. BUT THATS NOT ALL. She later announced on the plane intercom "We have a new lady on board!"

In third grade i walked into science class late, as i walked in the door my teacher turned around to see who was coming in (she had really bad tunnel vision) and in doing so she removed one of my eyebrows with a blowtorch that she was demonstrating to the class. It didn't grow back for like a year. That teacher was a crazy bitch, she only communicated through yelling and was eventually fired for making too many kids cry, or she called another teacher a cunt in front of a class, or both. I feel so lucky I'm not blind in that eye.

Oh yeah remembered one thing now: Back when I was six I discovered masturbation. Well I discovered it but not the fact that usually it should be private, so I often did it in the middle of the room even though I wasn't alone (luckily had the sense of not doing it outside the house). None of my parents ever mention it, but I know that they remember, and it's quite embarrassing.

[QUOTE=Toyhobo;37112511][Img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=250646&dateline=1321650435[/img][/QUOTE] What. I might drop off a story here later - I'm sure that I'll remember something.

[QUOTE=AllOriginals;37124911]I have this speech impediment where I can't pronounce "th" correctly. Like, this is how I pronounce a lot of words with "th" in them: the = duh there = dare three = free weather = wever brother = brover thy = die etc. I don't know how I acquired it, but aside from one of my friends, I'm the only one I've known who has it. She can't tell the difference between the way we pronounce it, but I can, which makes it quite a bit more annoying to me. It's not something that gets frequently brought upon, but every now and then a friend of ours will give us shit about it. Because I can tell that I can't pronounce it right, I HATE reading out loud in class. Despite this, I almost always seem to be picked for reading, much to my chagrin. The last thing we read in my English class was King Lear, which every passage I read seemed to be littered with "th" and sentences like, "Down, thou climbing sorrow! Thy element's below." And, noticing my mispronunciation, I would start to laugh and stumble over the words, and other people in the class would join, before soon the entire class was laughing, including the teacher, and I sort of just gave up. :v: Also, when I was in fifth grade, Naruto was the big thing at the time among our friends, and so we spent a lot of time playing the TCG for that (and occasionally MTG). My friends were fairly into in it, and so was I, and as a result, we had a tendency to spend a lot of money on it and had a fairly large collection. During a free period, my friend and I were playing a game. He had done something that had caused to him become very excited, and he slammed down his hand onto a few of my cards, including two of my most valuable cards. When he lifted his arm, I saw that the cards were bent, and immediately felt my heart sink. I could only sit there as I felt the tears began to rise, and soon I was bawling nonstop. My friend and another friend of mine were trying to comfort me, rubbing my back and saying, "don't worry, I can fix them", To which I cried, "YOU CAN'T EVEN FIX TOAST!"[/QUOTE] my bf's russian and apparently his language doesn't have the "th" sound in it, so he can't pronounce it either. he uses "v" instead of "th" - i've never noticed the difference.

[QUOTE=GoDong-DK;37129243]What.[/QUOTE] Thumb up for exhibitionists. [editline]8th August 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=Kabstrac;37129234]I read this 5 times and I still don't understand it[/QUOTE] Chick-fil-a is closed on sundays.

[QUOTE=Toyhobo;37129405]Chick-fil-a is closed on sundays.[/QUOTE] What was the crying about though?

not being able to eat at chick-fil-a?

[QUOTE=Toyhobo;37129900]not being able to eat at chick-fil-a?[/QUOTE] Exactly, that motherfucker promised me in March he'd take me and the one chance we get to go it's closed. Feelsbadman

I was at my best friend's house playing tekken on the ps1. His step sister was lying on the bed and for some reason asked me to slap her on the ass. Naturally I obliged because I was an innocent child. Kept doing it for awhile whilst still playing Tekken (I played as King). Her dad walks in sees me me slapping her ass, and kicks me full force in the chest, sending me flying into a heap on the other side of the room The Tekken round ends and it counts down 10-9-8... I want to keep playing but I daren't move.

Why do i even know this? i will probably never even see a damned chick-fil-a restaurant in my life.

Back when I was in 7th grade, our English class had been assigned a project, which was made up of a bunch of smaller projects, about a book we had read. One of the smaller projects we had to do in front of the class was a song. I had been dreading it since it was assigned, since I can't even speak in front of group of 10 people, let alone 30, and the fact that my singing voice would make a deaf person cringe. My friend that I was grouped with knew how much I didn't want to do it, so he said he would make it so I only had to do one line, which was nothing more than the word "Yeah" being drawn out for a few seconds. So, day of the project is on, and everything is going smoothly so far for the song (My friend is a guitarist and has a great singing voice due to being in choir, so I wasn't surprised), and my part was coming up. By now, I was already embarrassed enough, considering the fact that the stress of waiting for the part had made me turn red as a tomato, right in front of everyone. My part finally came around, and things actually went well... for the first second. Right in the middle of it, my voice cracked, and the next few seconds were just me making some scratchy, quite "uhhhhhhhhhhh" sound in front of everyone. I never heard the end of it from my classmates.

Last fall, I was running my last season of Cross Country in High School. I was doing pretty well, and I was placed on reserve varsity, making me the 8th best runner out of a team of fifty. I was having a really good season, and I even won a semi-important race that earned me a huge trophy. One practice, the coach had us run a three-mile time-trial. All the sudden, out of nowhere, I suddenly lost my pace. I fell further and further back until I was behind some of the worst runners on the team. When I finally finished, the entire team was waiting and staring at me. I just fucking shrugged at them. [editline]7th August 2012[/editline] Earlier that season, I got invited to an invitational race up north. We rented several hotel rooms and were given free reign for several hours. After several complaints of our childish behavior, I thought it would be funny to wait until one of the other team-members tried to leave their room and rush in and scare them. I waited a good five minutes until one of the doors opened. Sprinting into the room shouting "Here's Johnny" I came face to face with the assistant coach.

When she was little, my sister grabbed some woman's ass and almost got my dad in trouble.

[QUOTE=jaykray;37131121]I was at my best friend's house playing tekken on the ps1. His step sister was lying on the bed and for some reason asked me to slap her on the ass. Naturally I obliged because I was an innocent child. Kept doing it for awhile whilst still playing Tekken (I played as King). Her dad walks in sees me me slapping her ass, and kicks me full force in the chest, sending me flying into a heap on the other side of the room The Tekken round ends and it counts down 10-9-8... I want to keep playing but I daren't move.[/QUOTE] How old were you? Seems pretty drastic for a Dad to kick a kid in the chest so hard that you went flying.

Not really an embarassing story maybe but a couple weeks ago me and my friends were going around town and we went into a Party City. There was a sale on bubbles so I bought us all some bubbles to blow because it sounded fun. When the cashier rang me up, she handed me change, I said thank you, we started to leave. As we left, she quickly called us back. She said "You're missing two cents, sorry, you don't care do you?" And I told her "Yes.". So there we sat for like 5 minutes as she waited for the manager to come over and give me my two cents as I sat there and gave the cashier what I can only explain as the look of utter contempt and disappointment. My friends tried to leave but I stopped them. If I had to sit through this awkward wait, they were doing it with me. The manager finally came, I thanked the cashier and left as my friends fucking lost it and started laughing out loud. I think I dropped the coins in the parking lot.

[QUOTE=jaykray;37131121]I was at my best friend's house playing tekken on the ps1. His step sister was lying on the bed and for some reason asked me to slap her on the ass. Naturally I obliged because I was an innocent child. Kept doing it for awhile whilst still playing Tekken (I played as King). Her dad walks in sees me me slapping her ass, and kicks me full force in the chest, sending me flying into a heap on the other side of the room The Tekken round ends and it counts down 10-9-8... I want to keep playing but I daren't move.[/QUOTE] lawsuit [editline]8th August 2012[/editline] sexual harassment

[QUOTE=Keelwar;37132799]Not really an embarassing story maybe but a couple weeks ago me and my friends were going around town and we went into a Party City. There was a sale on bubbles so I bought us all some bubbles to blow because it sounded fun. When the cashier rang me up, she handed me change, I said thank you, we started to leave. As we left, she quickly called us back. She said "You're missing two cents, sorry, you don't care do you?" And I told her "Yes.". So there we sat for like 5 minutes as she waited for the manager to come over and give me my two cents as I sat there and gave the cashier what I can only explain as the look of utter contempt and disappointment. My friends tried to leave but I stopped them. If I had to sit through this awkward wait, they were doing it with me. The manager finally came, I thanked the cashier and left as my friends fucking lost it and started laughing out loud. I think I dropped the coins in the parking lot.[/QUOTE] Why would you do this?