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

In 8th grade, I was in PE, some kid pulled my shorts down as a joke but my boxers went down as well embarrassing

I was with a friend and we were walking back from town after seeing some local bands in the city centre. We walked underneath this underpass and between these two guys that were just older than my friend and I. When we were about 10 metres away, they started to follow us slowly on their bikes. They caught up to us and asked us where we were going, I just said home and tried to ignore them. We walked faster but they caught up again. "Where are you going?" One asked. I just said home and sped up again. We exited the underpass. The guy at the back jumped off his bike, grabbed me by the collar and pushed me up against a railing. He told me to empty my pockets. I said no. He threatened me. I said no. He was about to hit me when we overheard the conversation his friend and my friend were having; "What have you got to give me?" "Uhh, not much to be honest." "Don't get rude bruv." "Well, I'm not lying." (He wasn't, he didn't have a phone and he spent all his money at the gig. The only thing he had on him was some food.) "Just give me what you got in your pockets." "There's not much to give, unless you want a biscuit?" Both of the muggers looked at him, dumbfounded. My friend and I looked at each other, and we both shrugged. "Nah, thanks." My friend's mugger said. And so they cycled off into the night. I was scared witless at the time, but looking back on it, we sort of came out on top. :v:

My dad decided it would be a good idea to take me and my brother to a local swimming pool to see the fireworks on the 4th of July. The pool was situated on a hill so it had a good view of the entire area for miles around. It's at least 100 degrees outside. The only form of escape from the heat is shade and the pool which was filled to the brim with people who live nearby. After spending an hour or two in the heat I decided to just hop in the pool and cool off. After spending another hour at the pool we decided we should leave. My dad and his girlfriend had been drinking so they didn't want to risk the chance of not being able to drive a mile home. As we are leaving I'm carrying a bag of stuff, not really paying much attention to what's going on when suddenly all the water gathered up in my swim trunks decides to drag them to my ankles. I looked down seeing my trunks on the ground. I quickly pulled them back up and had to keep one hand on them to keep them up as we walked back to the truck. The lucky thing about it though is that I almost decided not to wear boxers underneath my swim trunks because I didn't know that the trunks were too big for me. Saved about 30 people from seeing my ass that day. (They would've liked it.) Later that night I changed out of my swim trunks and soggy underwear for a pair of pajamas. I didn't have any clean clothes except for an old shirt and pajamas so I just had to go with that. My brother is talking to his friends on Skype when I go downstairs. One gets the brilliant idea for my brother to try to pants me. I barely managed to get out of that though but in the end I came out victorious. (The people on Skype would've loved to see my ass too. Everyone is missing out.)

embarrassing situations? whenever im with my dad and the his stories about me as a young child aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Not really shameful, but something I look back on with disdain. I had and still have a phobia of authority figures, most likely originating from childhood. That was why I was the good kid throughout school and never once got into much trouble (When I did for the smallest things the teachers felt so bad with how I reacted they just ignored it). So I was finally in the equivalent of 8th grade, in math class when a vice principal comes into the room and looks at everyone. Naturally everyone stops and we can see he is looking for someone, I am in the front row doing homework and then he points to me and signals I come out with him. Already feeling tension in my stomach I leave, having never been called out like that before. He then goes on to tell me, in an intimidating voice, that they found a lighter and have reports from other students of what the kid looked like. Since we were not allowed to have lighters it was considered a serious offense and they were trying to find the kid, entering classrooms and searching for a person that met the basic description. Turns out the only reason I was singled out was because of my shirt, my [B]black shirt.[/B] The entire time I professed my innocence he got even more angry, claiming he knew it was me and that it would be better if I confessed now. I was barely able to say anything by the end of it, him allowing me to enter the classroom after saying that when he got evidence it was me my punishment would be worse. I go back to my seat, completely crushed and unable to say anything; my teacher picks up on it but somehow I was able to keep her suspicions away and hold back the tears. Next period comes and all I can think about is what he said and the threatening tone he used. In music class I finally begin to cry, at first no one really noticed. Not long into it my friends, which were most of the class, gathered around me and listened as I sobbed and tried to explain what had happened. Its hard to remember since it was so long ago, but I can only remember my friend Kyle patting me on the back with his arm around my shoulder, telling me that he knew I didn't do it and would stick up for me with a few others agreeing to do the same thing. Everyone knew I was the good kid, I had a reputation for it as well as being nice to everyone. Soon the teacher was called over by my friends and my mom came to pick me up. After telling her what happened she immediately got angry and marched into the school, demanding to speak with this principal. I had been close friends with the school officer and so, after hearing my name, walked out with my mother and the principal who apologized (but not sincerely, as he played it off as not being serious). Just happy to know they didn't (or were soon to not) suspect me, I was relieved and shook the guy's hand. Now looking back on it, I can only feel anger toward that man who thought he could manipulate me by using such harsh words without knowing anything about me. My so called phobia is not as bad now, as I am a young adult and realize that now [I]I[/I] am my own authority in most situations, but still this situation is a stark reminder of how terribly I can be affected by this.

[QUOTE=YourFriendJoe;36836510]I remember the one time my grandma tried to take me to church I farted really loud when everybody was swallowing the bread or whatever it is. Wasn't really embarrassing to me personally(more my grandma), but I can guarantee you it was so bad they wouldn't let me back in even If I converted.[/QUOTE] Holy shit you too? I remember being about ten or so and my religious aunt took me to a church (only time I've been in my life). They were passing around the "blood of christ" aka bright red wine, and at the perfect moment I burped so loud that the person drinking the wine was startled and spit the red wine all over the priests immaculately clean white robes. My aunt never took me back. [editline]19th July 2012[/editline] Remembering my childhood really sucks, actually.

So it's 7th Grade Life Science/Bio or whatever, class is assigned project on the various systems of the body near the end of the year, students are split up into groups for each system. Well, our group gets handed the reproductive system of course. First-off, we had to trace one of our bodies onto a sheet of large paper that we would later draw the vagina on and all that (Yeah, we had to do the female reproductive system specifically). I was the only one small and skinny enough to fit on the paper for tracing, so, yep, I was the girl for the project, even though there was a girl in the group which I argued was like maybe 1 inch taller than me that could've easily been traced. Well, that ended up giving the class quite a few laughs when they realized it was my outline on that paper that had ovaries and a vagina during presentation day, proudly displayed by the instructor himself. Somehow I managed not to black out at all while talking about how vaginas work and all that lovely stuff while the class snickered away for the longest minutes of my middle school life.

I was at parents' evening with my parents (no shit, really?). We went to talk to my head of year. She was the sort of teacher who was a bit too friendly, but would flip a shit if you dare question her on it. (I declined a hug from her once and she shouted at me.) We sat down and my teacher looked at me with feigned sympathy and attempted to put her hands on my hand rested on the table. "Now, we haven't had a very good term, have we?" she said. I replied, "I disagree, my grades are outstanding and I have had little to no detentions." "While that may be true, your attitude has taken a dip." My parents now look concerned. "I have seen you act disrespectfully to some teachers." "Excuse me?" I retorted. "In particular, the female staff." I disagreed and we continued to 'politely' argue over the table. Then she said it; "As his parents, I am sure you may be disappointed to hear this, but I think your son may be a sexist." The slightly agitated, but polite me disappeared. "What did you say?" I replied. I was so angry. "I think you are a sexist." I then proceeded to explain how she was not only historically incorrect (I had had very little negative encounters with the staff, and the ones I did have were not because of their gender) but how she was also mathematically incorrect (the small number of altercations I was involved in were split evenly between male and female, despite there being more female staff than male). Her reply? "While you may be mathematically correct, I don't think you are morally." My reply? A loud, "AAAAAAAAAAAA you're an idiot." The whole room looked at me with confusion and judgement. Yeah... that was embarrassing.

I once opened and was about to swallow a bottle of lucozade when I realised it was full of urine. I spat it out in the middle of a car.

[QUOTE=Ricool06;36837122]I was at parents' evening with my parents (no shit, really?). We went to talk to my head of year. She was the sort of teacher who was a bit too friendly, but would flip a shit if you dare question her on it. (I declined a hug from her once and she shouted at me.) We sat down and my teacher looked at me with feigned sympathy and attempted to put her hands on my hand rested on the table. "Now, we haven't had a very good term, have we?" she said. I replied, "I disagree, my grades are outstanding and I have had little to no detentions." "While that may be true, your attitude has taken a dip." My parents now look concerned. "I have seen you act disrespectfully to some teachers." "Excuse me?" I retorted. "In particular, the female staff." I disagreed and we continued to 'politely' argue over the table. Then she said it; "As his parents, I am sure you may be disappointed to hear this, but I think your son may be a sexist." The slightly agitated, but polite me disappeared. "What did you say?" I replied. I was so angry. "I think you are a sexist." I then proceeded to explain how she was not only historically incorrect (I had had very little negative encounters with the staff, and the ones I did have were not because of their gender) but how she was also mathematically incorrect (the small number of altercations I was involved in were split evenly between male and female, despite there being more female staff than male). Her reply? "While you may be mathematically correct, I don't think you are morally." My reply? A loud, "AAAAAAAAAAAA you're an idiot." The whole room looked at me with confusion and judgement. Yeah... that was embarrassing.[/QUOTE] retarded teachers make retarded students rip education

[QUOTE=Ricool06;36837122]I was at parents' evening with my parents (no shit, really?). We went to talk to my head of year. She was the sort of teacher who was a bit too friendly, but would flip a shit if you dare question her on it. (I declined a hug from her once and she shouted at me.) We sat down and my teacher looked at me with feigned sympathy and attempted to put her hands on my hand rested on the table. "Now, we haven't had a very good term, have we?" she said. I replied, "I disagree, my grades are outstanding and I have had little to no detentions." "While that may be true, your attitude has taken a dip." My parents now look concerned. "I have seen you act disrespectfully to some teachers." "Excuse me?" I retorted. "In particular, the female staff." I disagreed and we continued to 'politely' argue over the table. Then she said it; "As his parents, I am sure you may be disappointed to hear this, but I think your son may be a sexist." The slightly agitated, but polite me disappeared. "What did you say?" I replied. I was so angry. "I think you are a sexist." I then proceeded to explain how she was not only historically incorrect (I had had very little negative encounters with the staff, and the ones I did have were not because of their gender) but how she was also mathematically incorrect (the small number of altercations I was involved in were split evenly between male and female, despite there being more female staff than male). Her reply? "While you may be mathematically correct, I don't think you are morally." My reply? A loud, "AAAAAAAAAAAA you're an idiot." The whole room looked at me with confusion and judgement. Yeah... that was embarrassing.[/QUOTE] Retarded teachers are the worst. Remember almost failing (Italian) high school due to that, because either you said "Yes Ma'am" to everything or they hated you. Remember once when the English teacher apparently didn't know the difference between "then" and "than" and when I corrected her, she says "Good for you, but don't ever correct me again", so I kindly tell her "I'll correct you whenever the fuck I want" (luckily the principal was a cool dude and always very laid back).

[QUOTE=Mr. Bleak;36835883] I was walking down the hall pushing a friend around as aggressive younger kids do, and [b]he gets super mad for some reason.[/b][/QUOTE] Gee I wonder why.

[QUOTE=father_snake;36825430]Do tell.[/QUOTE] Ok, so. I am prone to getting nosebleeds on a moments notice, especially when it's dry and hot. One day this realy bit me in the ass. This was in 8th grade, when I got my first serious girlfriend. One day, on the weekend, she came over and we were playing rock band. This goes on until dark. She says that she wants to go into the other room. And I'm all "Oh shit, this is it!" We start making out, and after 5 or so minutes of this I start to feel a warm and wet on my hand and arm, I think to myself "Oh it's probably just sweat since it's pretty warm in here" finally after another minute she notices it too. "I'm gonna turn the light on" she says. She does, and the room looks like somebody was dismembered in it. Blood everywhere, on the couch, on our clothes, on us. My nose looked as if it was faucet of blood. Needless to say, she kicked me out. Still have some more if you guys want 'em [editline]19th July 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=insane taco;36835934]Winter 2010 my girlfriend and I were making out and my nose suddenly started bleeding out of nowhere all over her face. It was horrifying at the time but she laughed it off after we cleaned up the mess.[/QUOTE] Holy shit, I feel for you man.

[QUOTE=Ricool06;36837122]I was at parents' evening with my parents (no shit, really?). We went to talk to my head of year. She was the sort of teacher who was a bit too friendly, but would flip a shit if you dare question her on it. (I declined a hug from her once and she shouted at me.) We sat down and my teacher looked at me with feigned sympathy and attempted to put her hands on my hand rested on the table. "Now, we haven't had a very good term, have we?" she said. I replied, "I disagree, my grades are outstanding and I have had little to no detentions." "While that may be true, your attitude has taken a dip." My parents now look concerned. "I have seen you act disrespectfully to some teachers." "Excuse me?" I retorted. "In particular, the female staff." I disagreed and we continued to 'politely' argue over the table. Then she said it; "As his parents, I am sure you may be disappointed to hear this, but I think your son may be a sexist." The slightly agitated, but polite me disappeared. "What did you say?" I replied. I was so angry. "I think you are a sexist." I then proceeded to explain how she was not only historically incorrect (I had had very little negative encounters with the staff, and the ones I did have were not because of their gender) but how she was also mathematically incorrect (the small number of altercations I was involved in were split evenly between male and female, despite there being more female staff than male). Her reply? "While you may be mathematically correct, I don't think you are morally." My reply? A loud, "AAAAAAAAAAAA you're an idiot." The whole room looked at me with confusion and judgement. Yeah... that was embarrassing.[/QUOTE] This reminds me when my English teacher told my dad she thought I might be dyslexic and he just gave her that look that said "you're fucking retarded"

All of these nosebleed stories remind me of freshman year. I got a nosebleed about once every other week and it usually wasn't a very big deal. I had this total dick of a Health coach though, he was this massive hambeast that always tried to make the guys look gay and always hit on the girls. One day blood started spurting out of my nose, on the table, everywhere, it was a few months into the class and I literally hadn't said a word, only knew two other people in it, so I get up and grab a tissue and start to walk out. He's like "woah is your nose bleeding" and I say, "yeah, I get nosebleeds like, [i]once a month[/i]" to this day I don't know if the class reacted to it or not, I hope nobody made the connection but I'll never know

[QUOTE=plappy03;36832749]I shit in a urinal once when I was 4 because I thought it was just a different type of toilet. All I remember was it being very cold.[/QUOTE] Glad I'm not the only one...

[QUOTE=W0w00t;36836947]embarrassing situations? whenever im with my dad and the his stories about me as a young child aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa[/QUOTE] That's nothing. When I'm driving with my father he gives me endless tales about his sexual conquests. He doesn't hold back on the details.

[QUOTE=Behemoth_PT;36839970]That's nothing. When I'm driving with my father he gives me endless tales about his sexual conquests. He doesn't hold back on the details.[/QUOTE] allears.jpg

I was shopping once, and I had a shopping cart with me. I stopped it next to some shelves and apparently someone stopped theirs right next to mine. I just grabbed the cart I thought was mine, and walked around for like 20 minutes before the owner of the cart came running to me "HEY! That's my cart!" "What, no, it's- ah shit" Then I walked to my cart, hanging my head in shame. I've tripped over homeless people holding their cups up multiple times, they seem to be invisible to me until I stumble into them.

Bout a week ago a friend and I were playin 2v2 basketball against 2 black girls; he's black so it was an even match. I went to steal the ball and [B]accidentally[/B] ended up coping a feel. We both stopped at starred at each other like a deer in headlights. We didn't say anything and after an awkward pause we continued to play. Later on after the game we were all sitting down and talking about random shit. The girls were doggin on my friend cause of his age. He's like 14 or 15. They were bragging about how they just graduated and in the back of my head I thought they're fairly mature but seem a little young to be seniors. As soon as I had that thought one girl went on about how excited she was for her freshman year in high school. They were talkin about graduating 8th grade and it turns out both of em are 13. Last time I ever play coed sports.

[QUOTE=UberMunchkin;36838910]I have never been able to pronounce my R-s and W-s correctly The amount of times people laugh at me when I end up saying something like "I'm weady" :c[/QUOTE] Same here, it's not as bad though

I browsed the "photos that shook the world" thread in class, but just as I scrolled past a post containing pics of nazi uniforms, a Russian classmate of mine walked behind my back. "What the fuck are you browsing?", he responded in a thick Russian accent. He must think I'm a nazi who dress up in uniforms now :suicide:

In 7th grade, the class was writing a test. I suddenly really needed to fart. The class was really quiet, because of the test, but I decided to relieve myself, because for some reason, I usually let off silent farts. I tilted my pelvis up to the side, and released it. But this time, ofcourse, I let off an extremely loud, and long, fart. I was horrified. So I looked up, shocked, to see if anyone was looking at me. For some very odd reason, no one was looking, so I quickly put my head down and started writing. But then I heard "Eeeewwww" and the whole class' attention was at me. I'm a shy and quiet person, and like some people in this thread, I blush like crazy. Fortunately, however, the girl next to me told us "It sounded like it came from Mfundo", the guy sitting next to me. I went along with that, and blamed him. What ensued was basically a "It was you!" "No it was you!" situation, until the teacher told the class to be quiet. I'm sure my red face gave it away though. I felt really bad afterwards, and haven't farted in class since.

When I was 10 I thought "jizz" meant "poop" My sister had to correct me. It wasn't a very good moment.

[QUOTE=W0w00t;36836947]embarrassing situations? whenever im with my dad and the his stories about me as a young child aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa[/QUOTE] My mom told me I once pissed on some plants at Disneyland when I was a toddler.

Damn you people got some embarrassing moments. Mine doesn't come close to these but it's worth sharing I guess. So one time, I was in class and we were having a test. Dead quiet, just the sound of people writing and flipping pages. Since I was a bit sick, I had to cough. So I did. Here's the thing though - I was holding in this fart that I just knew was going to be horrible, so when I coughed, it came out as a full force, ass-rippling and incredibly loud fart, for everyone to notice. The whole class just kinda looked at me like "uh..", and then I realized that I hadn't farted. I was still holding in the fart. So I look down under my table like "what the hell was that" to find a piece of inflated gum with a hole in it, poofing out some air. Up to this day I still get weird looks from people that were there. Good times.

[QUOTE=Noi;36842611]"WHAT ZE FAK R YOU BROUZING" I had this annoying accent :v:[/QUOTE] He was speaking Norwegian though, so it might sound different than some may imagine. Apparently living here for 10 years haven't gotten rid of his rusky accent. Hell, even I sound a little Russian, but only when speaking English.

[QUOTE=Samuka97;36842533]Damn you people got some embarrassing moments. Mine doesn't come close to these but it's worth sharing I guess. So one time, I was in class and we were having a test. Dead quiet, just the sound of people writing and flipping pages. Since I was a bit sick, I had to cough. So I did. Here's the thing though - I was holding in this fart that I just knew was going to be horrible, so when I coughed, it came out as a full force, ass-rippling and incredibly loud fart, for everyone to notice. The whole class just kinda looked at me like "uh..", and then I realized that I hadn't farted. I was still holding in the fart. So I look down under my table like "what the hell was that" to find a piece of inflated gum with a hole in it, poofing out some air. Up to this day I still get weird looks from people that were there. Good times.[/QUOTE] I find the most awkward farts are running farts

When my sister and I were in New York on vacation, we saw a homeless guy sitting on a stoop holding a mug. My sister and I approached him with a 20$ bill and dunked it in the man's coffee. He wasn't homeless. My parents stood behind us and they were so embarrassed.

Getting the word fetish and craving confused when I was younger.