ASK A QUESTION Whats the most embarassing thing you have ever done?
What is the most embarrasing thing you have ever done? Mine is when I biked into a TREE (in a park with hardly any trees), and had to go to the Doctors to check if I had damadged my brain!!! His first question was "And how did this happen..." Whats yours? Answer in Spanish or English
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When I first came to the United States back in 1971, I was only 15 years old and spoke no English. I went to New Utrecht H.S. in Brooklyn after being in Spain for a while and learning to play soccer. I wanted to continue playing soccer but I didn’t know how to ask. I was introduced to this big middle age man who turned out to be the football coach and I said to him: “futbol, futbol” while kicking my leg. Somehow I understood that I had to be at the schoolyard at one o’clock. When I got there I saw a bunch of guys running around with helmets and shoulder pads and I realized that it was another kind of football that they played.
I made the team because I was very fast but I didn’t understand anything about the game, so I was placed in the kick off return team, right down the middle at the end of the field. I did very well in practice but when I got to my first game I was very nervous. On the first play they kicked the ball very high and directly to me. I moved forward a little and the ball hit my arms and went right over my head, I ran back, recovered the ball and ran straight into two tackles that turned me into a pretzel. The coach was yelling at me when I got back to the side lines but I didn’t know what the hell he was saying. Later during that game they put me back on the field---same play---same kick---then I thought; “last time I overran the ball, let me stay here and catch it” I stretched out my arms and the ball missed my arms and went right between my legs. Somebody else recovered the ball and I started running after him yelling: “Here, here, gifme gifme.” They wanted to kill me.
I was on a bus with a colleague and we were talking about our boss in a very derogatory manner. This conversation went on for at least 10 minutes. A woman sitting behind leaned forward and whispered in my ear; "Whilst I think what you are saying is probably true, I think perhaps it is a bit indiscreet to say those things in a public place". We lowered our voices and changed the subject immediately, The lady then got up to leave and as she passed us, I saw straight away that it was the wife of our boss. She turned and winked as she left the bus.
Where to begin?
...Well quite a few years and many weddings ago, I was playing the piano for the ceremony. I always play about twenty to thirty minutes of music prior to the start (called a prelude). As I was coming to the end of my carefully thought out and practiced music, gracefully flowing from one key into the next...someone comes up and whispers the dreaded news that the limo driver (with the bridal party) was lost.
Forty minutes later, after completely running out of music I felt comfortable playing at the time, I started to panic. I then started playing music softly that I had memorized for funerals. I can still feel the heat rising in my face from that day, along with the heart palpitations.
My nervousness extended into the Bridal March, when they finally did arrive. There were two or three sour notes played as the bridesmaids' walked up the aisle, but I made a full recovery for the Bride's big moment. ![]()
Last summer my friend and I were biking at a camp site as it was getting dark. I was leading the way, and ran through a swarm of some kind of bugs, getting one up my nose, and for some reason, causing a major nosebleed. The path was only wide enough for 2 bikes to go through at once. We both parked beside each other while I leaned over the side of the road trying to get the darned thing out. It was of course my luck that a [very cute] guy happened to come up behind us, and was laughing hysterically at my attempt to get rid of it, and deal with all of the blood. I didn't realize he was there until about 5 minutes later. At that point, I decided it wasn't worth explaining anything, so I threw my bike out of his way so he could carry on.
oh, the joys of summer. C:
Aubrey
When I was nine years old, I played a cello solo at a school concert. The song was "Now the Day is Over," which uses very few notes.
The note used most was the one that begins the song. And I couldn't find the darn thin.
End of solo; end of cello lessons! (I took up singing.)
I still twinge when I remember this...
I have a scar on the left side of my face from my eye to my lip.
In 1989, I was a Freshman in college. One day I walked out of the Baptist Studeent Union right as another student was parking his bike. As soon as he go off I acted like I was going to steal it. We all laughed as I put it back. I Immediately turned to walk away to go watch the football game. As I turned there was a handicap parking sign right there. I ran right into the edge of it face first. Then everyone laughed again, even though I was bleeding. It was funny though. One of those geographical things (you just had to be there).
To this day, when I have been in the sun for a bit, the scar is much more visible. I also have a scar above my eye from something totally different, so when I wear sunglasses it looks like a 5 inch scar on my face. People ask me how I got the scar and I always tell them, "Fighting pirates."
- Is this any indication that you are changing your user name to "Scarface"? - Nicole-B Nov 9, 2009 flag
- I knew someone who did that- walked into a road sign side on- it looked painful but was so funny I couldn't keep a straight face:) - EJClaire Nov 9, 2009 flag
- Some people actually do call me scarface. If only they knew how it happened. - Seitheach Nov 9, 2009 flag
I was a choirboy and I must have been about 10 years old. We used to get up to all sorts of mischief. One time, we were expecting a very boring priest to be doing the sermon that Sunday. His sermons were really long and so before the service, I put an alarm clock in the pulpit set to go off about twenty minutes after he had started his sermon. The whole choir knew that I had done this and there was a lot of giggling going on during the sermon. When the alarm clock went off, the priest asked in a very "priestly" voice if the offending choirboy would climb up into the pulpit to collect his clock. I was pushed forward by all my so called "friends" to do the deed. I walked very red-faced in front of the 200 congregation to go to collect the clock. Afterwards, the priest was quite friendly and he told me that he had got the message and in future her would try to make his sermons a bit shorter!
While in a class on The Military Decision Making Process, I was talking, in the back of a nearly empty classroom, to a sergeant who worked for me. I was telling him how I thought the T-shirt that was designed for our unit was ridiculous. It had a maze on the back with the words, "From Oklahoma to Iraq and Back". Well I thought the shirt was dumb. The Sergent Major (read Big Dog) turned aroound and said, "The XO's (read even bigger dog-a major) wife designed those shirts. Remember, discretion is the better part of valor."
I'm just glad the XO wasn't in there, he's pretty grumpy anyway.

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