I’ll go first:
First day of highschool, slipped and fell in a puddle of vomit, and some kids laughed. Sheepishly went to the bathroom and rinsed my uniform, and put it in my bag. Spent the rest of the day in gym clothes which I luckily had that day, still smelling like vomit though.
Good thing when you don’t know anyone yet is nobody remembers.
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Late to this party, but it’s a three-fer…
I was on the tube (London subway) heading across London to catch a train to meet up with some friends.
I was a bit distracted so only noticed we were at the stop I needed to get off at after we’d been there for 30 or so seconds and the warning beeps had started.
#1. I darted for the doors which closed when just my head was through.
#2. The driver admonished me over the intercom: “Can the idiot with his head in the door pull it back so we can proceed.”
#3. (Delayed). The tube is fucking filthy. As were the doors. Which had left black marks down the sides of my head and neck which I didn’t discover until three hours later when I finally reached my destination and my friends told me.
I broke my nose wearing sunglasses in a night club, walking straight into a glass door. Not my proudest moment, but I can laugh about it now.
Ouch. How fast were you walking lol?
Actually not very fast, but that glass door was one sturdy son of a gun. ^^
I once told an embarrassing story on a public forum.
My wife and I hosted a Christmas gathering at our place with a few friends as well as some acquaintances.
We had organized Secret Santa and I was given someone but on the day of the event I thought that we had been tasked with giving gifts as couples — I thought my wife had chosen a gift but it turned out that I had just totally forgotten to buy one for the person I drew.
“Aren’t you happy about the half-full roll of toilet paper secret Santa gave you? It was definitely very deliberate and though out…”
I was supposed to present in front of the class in the auditorium and my BF at the time was hospitalized. He was the popular guy and I wasn’t (and am still not) a popular student, so when I got done presenting, everyone started yelling questions which all amounted to “why couldn’t it be you”. I was so terrified I remember I froze up and yanked one of the curtains down in fear since there was no running. A teacher had to brush my curtain-huddled self off the stage while I cried.
That’s messed up. A teacher should’ve shut that down.
I wrote a poem for a girl once, back in high school. It was an angsty, acrostic rant about love and relationships and shit, where the first letter of every sentence spelled out “do you want to go to prom anyway”.
I walked away while she read it, trying and failing to stay cool, but I was still within her eyesight when she finished and said no.
