I got on the topic of embarrassing moments with a friend and thought I'd share mine here. Would love to hear yours.
We were on Interstate 80 coming home from visiting family in South Dakota. I really had to pee. My sister had to go also, but she wasn't as close to peeing her pants as I was.
We finally found a rest stop near a little Illinois town called Princeton. As we pulled into the parking spot, I couldn't wait any longer. I jumped out of the car before it stopped yelling "I gotta go."
My sister yelled back that she was right behind me.
I ran inside and into the closest stall where I made the toilet without peeing my pants.
I heard my sister come in. I heard her go into the stall next to mine.
Then I heard the most god-awful, disgusting farting from her stall. Now, she is my sister - and I can't just let something like that go and be polite about it. So I shouted "I heard that! You are so disgusting. Geez! Were you born in a freaking barn or what!"
I really laid it on thick. -- Until I heard my sister giggling further down the row of toilets. I looked down and the shoes I saw did not belong to my sister.
It took her twenty minutes to coax me out of that stall. She later told me that the lady had come in at the same time as her and had hurried into the stall next to mine. My sister had walked further down the row.
She said that the look on the lady's face as she came out of the stall was classic. And the look on my face when I finally emerged was "Lucille Ball".
I wish I could say that I learned my lesson from that one - but I still open my mouth and insert my foot on a regular basis.
We were on Interstate 80 coming home from visiting family in South Dakota. I really had to pee. My sister had to go also, but she wasn't as close to peeing her pants as I was.
We finally found a rest stop near a little Illinois town called Princeton. As we pulled into the parking spot, I couldn't wait any longer. I jumped out of the car before it stopped yelling "I gotta go."
My sister yelled back that she was right behind me.
I ran inside and into the closest stall where I made the toilet without peeing my pants.
I heard my sister come in. I heard her go into the stall next to mine.
Then I heard the most god-awful, disgusting farting from her stall. Now, she is my sister - and I can't just let something like that go and be polite about it. So I shouted "I heard that! You are so disgusting. Geez! Were you born in a freaking barn or what!"
I really laid it on thick. -- Until I heard my sister giggling further down the row of toilets. I looked down and the shoes I saw did not belong to my sister.
It took her twenty minutes to coax me out of that stall. She later told me that the lady had come in at the same time as her and had hurried into the stall next to mine. My sister had walked further down the row.
She said that the look on the lady's face as she came out of the stall was classic. And the look on my face when I finally emerged was "Lucille Ball".
I wish I could say that I learned my lesson from that one - but I still open my mouth and insert my foot on a regular basis.