Oops""" Your most embarrassing moment!

[Peggy Burke]

Glad I'm not the only one who doesn't put brain in gear before speaking? Anyone else want to own up to a gaffe?

 

[ 22. September 2004, 08:47 AM: Message edited by: Peggy Burke ]

[Little Tinca]

In my younger days we sent a new laboratory assistant down to the local electrical factors for a list of items.

Two half meter wave bands.

Six rubber condutors.

Plus a few more items that I can't remember.

The wits in the factors made up this hugh unweildy box that was almost impossible to carry. What adds humour to it was the poor lad never twigged on.

He didn't last long either.

[Peggy Burke]

Reading Little Tinca's reply has made me remember a story told to me by a friend in my student days near Cambridge.

 

Jancis worked for pharmaceutical supply firm there during the holidays and on her first day she was sent down to the stores for a pack of fallopian tubes. It wasn't till she got down there and put in her request that she realised she'd been had!

[argyll]

1971 Octoberfest in Munich. Loads of booze and an enormous old fashioned funfair. After a few days I had a blond (Renate) in tow. Traditional bavarian dress, all cleavage and white ankle socks, the full monty. Staggered out of the Lowenbrau tent one night into the funfair, drunk as a skunk, looking to show off. Picked up the sledgehammer to hit the peg in the ground and ring the bell. Crowd gathered, blond watching.

Roll up my sleeves, throw the blond a big winning smile and I go for it. Took an almighty swing, missed the peg, fell forward on my knees, split my trousers right up the back and several packets of Durex shot out of top pocket. At least it got a round of applause. Blond didn't look best pleased tho'

[Peter]

I remember when we had a new lad start with us. He wasn't too bright so I asked him to call at a hardware shop to 'get some nails with the heads at the other end' as I was making a bookcase and did not want the nails to show. He went to 3 or 4 shops and came back to confess he couldn't get any. I did think of sending him to the stores for 'a long weight' (wait) but thought we may never see him again.

[Westie]

More gaffes in my (shortish) lifetime than I'd care to admit to.

 

Like the time I got so wasted at my own house party that by the time I'd shovelled everyone out at about 3am, I thought that one of the unexpected gatecrashers had nicked my mobile.

 

Logical drunken next step? Leave 4 very drunken messages on my mobile phone to threaten the thief that if I ever got my hands on them, I'd rip them out a new a***hole etc etc. Pi**ed bravado. Nice.

 

Next logical drunken step? Phone the police while totally bladdered and attempt to piece together 2 words that made coherent sense. Result? "So you invited people that you don't know into your own house and they stole your phone?" And laughter from coppers in the background. Nice.

 

Next logical drunken step? Stagger around in the street, an hour after everyone has left, looking for anyone vaguely suspicious using a phone that might look like mine. Result? Hypothermia and bad grazing after falling over a wall. And getting back home 30 minutes later to see that I'd left the front door wide open and all lights on. Good oppotunity for a thief. Nice.

 

Next? Drunken sleep and room spinning.

 

Next? Hangover from Beelzebub himself. Clean up house. Find phone under sofa, where I'd tucked it mid-party, to stop me losing it. Turn phone on. Missed call alert and 4 new messages. Each telling me what I was going to do with myself, including creating myself a new a***hole, in wonderful, drunken technicolour.

 

What a dunce.

[*Ant*]

I have an embarrassing moment if I ever get on a bus for some reason. :confused:

[chesters1]

i sent a young "helper" when i worked in a coldstore to get a cheese wire sharpener ,the boss wasent amused but did congratulate me that it wasent sky hooks that the butchery department had sent him to find ,this "fun" we all had and certainly had been played on us as trainees is probably abuse nowadays and outlawed ,its a shame things are coming to this

[Salar]

I confess to being party to sending a new girl down to the factory to ask if anyone had seen Mike Hunt. After the sixth smirking lathe operator she realised

I still feel bad about that....a bit.

[*Ant*]

Yeah, I remember the "long weight" and the "left handed screwdriver".