Potentially embarrassing moments
 

Having just received a text message intended for someone else, it got me thinking about how that could have been a very embarrassing situation, depending on the message. In this case, it was innocuous - just discussing lunch - but it certainly could have been worse.

Have you, or someone you know ever made a serious faux pas, whether it was an incorrectly addressed text message or something else?

When I was at college in San Luis Obispo (late 80's), I would sometimes call Susan late at night (2:00 in the morning - and frequently, I was drunk), often waking her up. And occasionally, we would have intimate conversations.

One night, her phone rang in the middle of the night (she was asleep). As she started to wake up, she realized that it was not me that she was talking to (she quickly got off the phone). To this day, she does not know what she said to this person.

Tee Hee - Kevy looks very much like Kate on one's cell phone display if you don't have your glasses on.

My sister and I sound almost identical on the phone. We used to just let the other person chat awhile before letting them know they had the wrong person.

Once, when I was on Yahoo IM, I was talking to GD and somewhere through the conversation CP stepped in to the conversation and I didn't see that she had said it was her. So the whole time I thought I was talking to Greg, when it was in fact, Jenn.
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It could have been embarassing, but it wasn't.

I figured it out when she said, "Greg thought the same thing." Or something to that effect. Then I'm like, "Am I not talking to Greg?" She said no.

Thank goodness we weren't talking smack about her or we both could have gotten smacked later. Just kidding.
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ETA:
That gave me the idea for one of the Open Mic pieces I wrote.
:)

Seriously, guys, my life is one giant potentially embarassing moment. It's a good thing I don't let it get to me too much.

One of the advantages of living a good clean chaste life is that you are pretty much immune to embarrassment.




Or at least that's what I've heard....

I don't have any potentially embarassing moments ... just lots of actually embarassig ones!

Well, do share!!!

I was hanging out with friends on a Wednesday night, while employed. I had a lot of alcohol. A LOT of alcohol. I was then reminded that I had to call my parents that night, there was something I needed to tell them that couldn't wait until the next day.

Fortunately, my dad answered the phone, not my mom. I was calling late and they were already in bed.

I have absolutely no clue what I said, thought I vaguely recall rambling about work. All I know is that the call ended with my dad saying, "Well, you don't sound like you're ready to sleep any time soon. So, um, have a good time." :blush:

Not that long ago, actually. I sent an email, with pictures attached, to the wrong email address. I asked the person if the email showed up.

No.

So I sent it again. Again I asked if the email arrived.

Nope.

Then I had the genius idea of verifying the email address. I was one letter off. Whoopsie. Someone got those pictures. Twice. Never heard from them though. And truly, the pictures were nothing exciting. Still, it was embarrassing.

Change the thread title. :p

Before I started working for myself, I got a phone call at my office and the receptionist told me it was my wife. I answered by speaking to her suggestively in frech, but it wasn't my wife, it was a work contact at a very important client. She spoke french. Oops.

I just had a non-near-miss, i.e. an actual embarrassing experience.

I end every conversation with my husband with the same terms of endearment every time. I was just on the phone with a coworker who was doing something nice to me, and without thinking I said the terms of endearment. OOPS!

At the previous Car-b-Que, Zapppop sent me photos from his cell phone of the gay porn he had planted. Often images sent to my cell phone don't show up for days. This time it was later in the week - while I was at work - in a meeting - and I forgot to check who it was from before I opened it.

Planted?

Kinky.




I've been on the receiving end of two embarrassing moments. The first was years ago. I answered my phone to, "Is this Jim?" "Yeah," I said. "Hey, this is Danny DeVito!" We chatted for a minute or two before I finally asked him if he knew I was the Jim from the toystore he and his wife shopped at. It turns out that his wife, the talented and lovely Rhea Perlman, had left my phone number sitting on their kitchen counter, he thought I was an old college or Army buddy or something, and called me out of the blue.
The second was at one of my markets recently. A kid that stops by for samples every couple of weeks ended his visit with, "I love you." Poor guy. Embarrassed hardly covers it. "That's how I say goodbye to my parents!" was all he could squeak out as he beat a hasty retreat. All I could think of to say, and to not dig his hole deeper, was, "Well that's a nice thing for anyone to hear. See you later." Oy.

Same here, but switch up actually to acutely and that would pretty much sum up my entire life. I excel at embarrassing myself, and now I've got a kid to mortify as well!:D

A few years ago I had an evening deployment at work. This started around 8:30 p.m. so that was a few hours I could go to a going-away party from someone at the office.

Get there about 5:30 and since I have a bit of a reputation for succumbing to food dares, someone dared me to do five shots in five minutes. Five different shots, and they chose them.

So, of course, I agree (still several hours until I have to be back at work).


Gin
Tequila
Whiskey
Kahlua
and something I forget what it was except very thick and very dark and a French sounding name.

Not one to lollygag, instead of taking my allotted five minutes I just did them in about 15 seconds. Bang bang bang bang bang.

And I'd already had a gin and tonic.

Much acclaim and adulation.


Then not 10 minutes later I get a call that I need to be back at the office ASAP.

Potential catastrophe but somehow I got through the evening without most people ever realizing I was pretty drunk for most of it.

Unfortunately, the other story of extreme workplace drinking did end up in real embarrassment and I won't be sharing that story.

Diarrhoea in a sleeping bag is probably my worst, but I'm not telling where, when or why.

I threw up at work, while some delighted guests videotaped the whole thing and laughed.

I threw up in someone's bathtub on our first date. Can't believe he's still with me ;)

No potential moments here....

But, one I will share that isn't so bad. My husband always had people and employees calling our home phone. I always seemed to be answering these calls. One friend always played tricks on me, saying I'd won the lottery and things like that.

Well, one time I answer the phone and the guy speaks and he has a really strong accent. I think it is the jokester and imitate him back, as good as I could. I get back a confused response and realize it isn't the jokester but rather a friend with a very strong Spanish accent.....:blush:

God, I have so many moments to choose from.....I'll have to sift through them and come up with my Greatest Hits compilation.

I'm sure I won't tell it as the story deserves to be told...

Work has been stressful lately, not the least of which has been because of backbiting, inter-branch sniping and accusations of cheating (a la 'anonymous tipster' style, which is pissing me off) in a sales contest. So, after talking with my manager, who then spoke to a director in my company, we got permission to do random audits, and carefully crafted an email giving the branches more time to find any corrections, warning them of the potential audit, etc. At that point everything died down, whether it was because some were calmed by knowing a branch wouldn't be getting away with cheating, or perhaps because they didn't want to attract attention to themselves. There were also a number of other things going on, none of which are a point to the story, but by yesterday, the plot was as thick as cement.

A few hours later, when we least expected it, my boss, the author of the warning email, received a reply:

to which my boss replied

We giggled... He flustered and responded back explaining how he meant to hit forward and was so, so sorry. Only mildly funny, yes, but we'd just got finished talking about another unintended email this morning with another co-worker, who basically got called a b*tch by someone who meant to forward it on instead of reply.



*Names changed to protect the stupid, and because I can't remember...

In a previous outside sales job, I worked out of a home office and was often on the phone (setting appointments, etc.). I used a headset, cuz, well, I like them.

I was on hold for a client when my cat jumped in my lap. She was rubbing up against me, purring and looking up at me wistfully. Just as I pet her and said, "I love you" the client's assistant happened to have come on the line (in time to hear me). With a slightly startled voice she responded, "well, I love you too."

Thankfully, she understood once I explained the situation (and she was always very cheerful with me after that whenever I called).

it's about time you posted your own embarrassing story (instead of mine!)

Well, you give me a lot of material with which to work.

I could have posted worse :D

Ohhhhhh!

You are SOOOO not getting any tonight!

If I don't I WILL post worse. :p

Well, he must have got "some" because he didn't post any bad Gus stories:D

At Satan's Biggest Corporation (SBC) we had an inter-company instant messaging system. It was supposed to be for work related messages only. I once griped about our In-Charge manager...I sent it to that manager instead of the person I was responding to.

There were other instances of people being put on warning of dismissal and suspension for some of their mis-sent messages, but luckily I was not one of them.

So, another story about my wife...

When Chris and I were first dating we were very, very, very, um, "active". We had several embarrassing moments of being caught in the act by several family members. On one occasion, his father walked into the room, opened the small fridge and started making a sandwich. On another, his very conservative BIL walked into the room looking for his wife and found naked us instead. Chris made a vallant effort to cover us up, but only succeeded in covering my back leaving the rest of me exposed. I was doing a good job of covering him.

After too many occasions of interruption, we enjoyed my parents being out of town. We had the entire 4 bedroom house to ourselves and made good use of it. One day Chris presented me with a concern It seems his naughty bits had developed a rash. Fearing the worse, we went to the free clinic for his and her exams. I checked out fine. The doctor who examined Chris took one look at him and asked if he'd been sexually active recently. When he explained how we were enjoying our privacy he replied "you are suffering from overuse - just keep it in your pants for a while and you'll be fine".

Oooh, that all reminds me of that time I dislocated CP's kneecap while in her bedroom at her parents' place, with her parents right on the other side of a very thin door.

If you're having fun in a tent - turn the lights off first.

I am a paragon of propriety and good taste and have no stories to share.

I have a memory that blocks out such things in blissful denial and therefore have no stories to share.

My life has been a constant stream of humiliation - it's a daily event.

have you heard my hiccups?

They get applause!

or barked at!

You know, I'd never thought about that before but now that you mention it, it does sound like a bad idea. I'd rather not think back to all the times Gary and I went camping:blush:

Yea camping with my Aunt & Uncle - oopps. At least I was with a Ranger so I was safe :)

Lets see there are so many to chose from.

Once while living in England, I went to an all night party, got hammered out of my mind, and then decided it would be a good idea to walk to the all night kebab shop down the lane.

I got there some how, (it was down hill from our flat so maybe that's how) ordered my kebab then turned to a group of girls talked to them for like 1 minute and then asked if I could hit on them. :blush:
Not my finest moment.