Here's one that happened to me 2 years ago.

I was riding my bike down the street and had to go past a group of high school kids. (I live across the street from a high school) As I passed him I had to yell "S'cuse Me!" cuz he was in the way. So he decided he was going to show off to some girls he was with and started to talk trash as I rode by. After I was about 10ft away he says in his macho voice "You better watch where you're going a$$hole!" I have a feeling he thought I was out of earshot, because when I slammed the breaks and jumped off my bike to walk back towards him, (I even let the bike drop where it was for effect) he had the "poop my pants" look on his face. I wasn't going to touch him because he was like 15yrs and I was 24yrs at the time, but I looked him right in the eye and asked him to repeat himself. I figured he should learn to respect his elders, because in my neighborhood, if you do that to the wrong person you can end up hurt really bad.

SO he stammers out a "nothing...I didn't say anything..." and I'm all like "that's what I thought, you little punk" and he's all scared and the girls he was with were all scared too.

So, then I'm walking away, back to my bike and the kids goes and says "you better walk away, mother f^$&ker" to my back. At this point I get really pissed because he just punked out like a wussy and then here he is saying things he thinks I can't hear or something.

So I start to walk back over to him, and.....I trip and fall over my bike!!!!! Doh!. The kid starts laughing and the girls are laughing, and the only choices i have at this point are to kick the snot out of a little kid or get on my bike and ride away.

Being that I don't hit little kids, I decided that he won that day and I was a fool and I had better get going.

Very embarrassing for me that day.

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The most embarrassing moment in my life happened in 8th grade. A few months prior to this, I started my period, so I still wasn't used to it. One day (thankfully only a week or two before the end of the school year) my pad leaked. The entire day. D:

Dare I ask......I dare.

Was it just on your clothing, or were you leaving an impression wherever you went?

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Both. And, being the stupid, clueless child that I was, I was wearing white pants.

That day sucked.

In fourth grade I went to school very tired and fell asleep during class. The teacher tried to wake me up, and said "Five more minutes, Mom".

Needless to say, he was quite angry with me.

I think that may have been more embarassing for him, than for me.

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Ok, I think this has to be my most embarrassing moment ever.

I was in grade 6 and we had an assembly like we always did in the mornings. The disciplinary head was giving us a lecture or something I can't quite recall. Now...I'm, or at least I used to be, one of those kids who are so into respecting the teacher that its sometimes becomes bad for themselves. So anyways, he was giving this lecture while my stomach was being lectured by my breakfast (Milo plus toast with scrambled eggs if I recall correctly). I had to poo....but didn't want to leave >_>

I think you can fill in the blanks >_>

The whole school left and I was the only guy in the hall sittin' there

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Lol u pooped your pants.
Something embarrassing that happened to me was last year.
I was on the bus and these girls were messing with me(which they usually do) and were just hitting my head (happens frequently). Then my friend came over and pretended to be punching me to help them out and then one of the girls hit my head into his fist and i had a nose bleed. The teacher came over and i had to give an excuse like saying i get regular nose bleeds and she told me i should c the doctor about that...
Well they apologized later but they continued doing it as it seemed routine to them...

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I'm really sorry... That sounds awfully embaressing.

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I Haven't had any embarrassing moments in my life SO far because I usually don't talk to people that much, only if I really have to them. The only time I talked to my three teachers was when they would ask a question. I haven't said a single word to my PreCalculus teacher yet (He is my 4th teacher).I haven't talked on my school bus for almost 3 years. I only talk to 3 people most of the time at school. People that are in my classes want to talk with me but I don't talk to them most of the time.

Wow, that takes the cake. Happened to my classmate in elemtary too, and I was the type who usually teases people, but I felt sooo bad for him that I just kept my mouth quiet when he was made fun of. Hope your classmates at least didn't find out about it.

I see I'm not the only one who slips on the ice, but I slipped on the ice, right off of some steps, in the courtyard of the UMC (which is the student center/cafeterias/etc) of my college, just at the busiest possible time. Some fricken' freshman even had the balls to say "ha ha - have a nice trip?" and I about went buckshit on his ass. Luckily for him I had ripped my jeans and was bleeding pretty good, and some girls ragged him out for me and made sure I was alright, appeasing my anger. Lucky bastard because even though I am small, I can be very mean.

But, I did pee my pants on two separate occasions. Once when I was in 8th grade. Some girlfriends were sleeping over and there was a huge palmetto bug (I was in FL) which flew at us from the living room curtains. I am deathly afraid of roaches and huge flying ones are the devil. We ran down the hall to get away and I kinda missed...ran right into the wall. Got up, ran down the hall, and fell on the floor, laughing so hard I pee'd myself. The second time I was around 16 and was haning out with some friends. I think I had tried to climb a fence and got caught on the top, fell down laughing (again) and tried to make it back up the hill to my house...but I didn't make it. I guess the peeing ones were more funny than anything, but it could have been embarrassing if I was one to care.

@Iokita - white pants are bad. I had a bit of a problem once too when my plane was delayed. I was wearing very short white pj shorts. I think I was 12. Not good. so I feel your pain. lol

@vince - you kick ass. love the story of you and the kids where you look so cool until you fall over your bike. lol

@Tachu - E.Z.Wang, huh. *can't help the chuckles - sorry*


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I was twelve when it happened to me as well. Afterwards I quickly learned to avoid white at all costs.

& I'm glad I'm not the only one it's happened to.

Actually... I still wear white because I haven't experienced such a trauma yet (although all my friends have warned me)

Somebody's poop story reminded me of another moment (not relating to poo, of course ) In grade 1, I was lining up outside waiting to for the teacher to take us in. I didn't know why but I felt kind of dizzy, and everything was "dotted". I was facing right, and then all of a sudden I turned to the person in front of me and went "BLARR" and barfed all over her. LOL (like her hair, her uniform, her entire back) I had nothing on mine (ah! It's so unfair!!!)

But, I was so little, I didn't really cared what happened. Just now that I think about it, I really wouldn't want it to happen EVER.

I guess I can't remember my embarrassing moments because I have a selective memory

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Reading all the menstruation stories from lokita and co managed to trigger a suppressed memory that fits right in.

I'm a Guy. In college, I considered myself fortunate to be working in the same on-campus office as my girlfriend, and for the most part it was a blast. One charming evening, after spending a few hours getting more and more fidgety, she gets a funny look on her face while sitting on the desk . . . . two days early. Needless to say, it made something of a mess, What with her wearing a light-colored, lightweight, short skirt, and some panties I had been rather fond of until then, things got pretty messy - and obvious. So, after running out of the pitifully short supply of restaurant napkins we had in our assorted desk drawers to clean up what otherwise might be believed to be a murder scene, she asked me to Pleasepleaseplease run over and get her a pad, or a tampon - anything, Please! etc. Since I was less than rational at that point - female tears always having an unfortunately profound effect on me - I immediately agreed, attempted to reassure her, console her, etc. With the parting advice to lock the office door, and sit on the rest of the paper toweling not already used, I went on my Epic Quest.

I figured, it being after 6pm on a saturday (we had been supposed to leave an hour before - but what can you do) that the odds of anyone being around to catch me were pretty low (judgment error #1) and that the basement bathroom was the best choice (judgment error #2). Walking the half mile to the store would take longer, and would involve buying the 'articles' from a Real Live Person - something I figured would be horrifically embarrassing (true, but let us not forget - the cliche "honesty is the best policy" has been around a few hundred years for a reason . . . ) My trip to the basement was uneventful, and I checked the accessible hallways for anyone else that might see me entering that Forbidden Territory that is the girls bathroom. (yes, I WAS stupid, ok? Fine.)

I Entered.
I Purchased.

. . . .

I Heard Two People Talking Outside The Door.

Cue Freak-Out.

So I'm standing just inside the door of the Girls Bathroom in the basement of a school building, holding a tampon in one hand, and a pad in the other, wondering What The Hell Am I Going To Do?!

Cliche number 2: "A brave man dies but once. A coward dies a thousand times."

Yup. It's true. Hoo, boy, is it ever true.

After dying several thousand times over about 20 minuets (yes, I was wearing a watch - it certainly felt like several dozen times that) I finally came to the point where I thought I didn't care anymore - it couldn't possibly be any worse then staying in the Girls Bathroom any longer, and those two idiots certainly weren’t going anywhere. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom briskly and turned toward the stairwell as fast as I could . . .

To practically run straight into the University Police Officer who was chatting with one of the cleaning ladies.

Heh.

Cliche number 3: "Things can ALWAYS get worse."