We all have been embarrassed in public before it's pretty much impossible not to be. Some people have been more embarrassed than others. These people have experienced the most embarrassing moments imaginable. After reading these you'll look back on your embarrassing moment with ease.
Last Day on the Job
“When I was 13 a doctor wrote me an adult dose for a certain medicine based on my weight. I was a fat kid. Our body does not work that way and the medicine ended up constipating me…for a month. I did not go for a whole month. I got sick. I had racoon-like eyes, my stomach would jump or flutter by itself, I had cramps, etc. It was bad. I was miserable. I finally told my parents how long it had been and they freaked out and took me to the hospital. There, they gave 3 enemas back to back. After the third and final one, all that water softened it up just enough i could expel it. I ran to the nearest bathroom, gown open in the back, and tried to make it to the toilet. I didn’t. My I was hovering at a 45 degree angle above the toilet when the geyser burst. This next part is not a lie, but i know some of you will think it is, It got everywhere. On the ceiling (somehow), on the floor, the toilet was covered, the walls, even the sink got hit with some spray. It was literally, yes literally, sprayed on all walls and ceiling. It was everywhere. I felt like a new kid after that. Cleaned myself up the best i could and then had to figure out what to do. There was no way i could clean it all up, I needed a janitor. So I walked out and politely told a nurse the bathroom need a clean up and badly. A janitor was only a few rooms down for some reason so I saw him go by to clean it, but he did not know who i was, he got to the bathroom and the whole ER heard, ‘Oh heck no, I ain’t cleaning this up. I quit’ and he did. I felt so bad, still do. I made some poor janitor quit his job over what I did to that bathroom” (Source).
Good Morning, Sir
“Was sleeping over at a girlfriend’s house, In the middle of the night I needed to take a leak. So I got up and went about my business and went back to bed. In the morning I wake up next to a slender Burmese man. I was extremely confused and I look out the doorway and see her standing there signaling me out. Basically, I slept with my girlfriend’s dad” (Source).
The Perils of Technological Progress
“Got my wife an early birthday gift, smart phone, first ever for her. She’d been using some old indestructible Nokia forever, I wanted to bring her into the 21st century. Data, social networking, GPS, etc. Her actual birthday rolls around, even though I got her the phone, I had nothing for the actual day. After morning out of bed ritual of shower and teeth brushing, I decide to sexy myself up. Oil all over me, tie and some shirt cuffs. I was basically going for Chippendales dancer. Call her back, she is rolling in this, just loves it. Takes a picture with her new phone. Plot thickens: we go fishing, catch a few head home, filet and cook the fish truly looks like a gourmet meal. Wife takes a picture of the fish with the phone. It’s late now day is over wife is off to bed, I decide to stay up and play some video games on the pc. Before she went to bed she was uploading pictures to Facebook, fishing and the meal etc. First image she uploads is my nude shot, thinking it was the prepared fish filets, now titled ‘Dinner Yum!!!’ Wife couldn’t figure out how to delete this accidental post on the new phone. She screaming running through the whole house to the computer room where I am. Kicks me off forcefully, what I see is to my amazement. Me nude on Facebook, already two comments. Post deleted. mission success… wrong. Post was deleted not the mobile upload photo to albums. Needless to say 13 some odd hours later finding more comments of praise and family disgust, realize what has actually happened. Basically my wife got her first smart phone accidentally uploaded a photo of me nude to face book where it was viewed by everyone we know” (Source).
Interrupting Would Have Been Rude
“My boyfriend’s landlord is my French teacher from high school. It’s not a bad situation- I was a good student, and it’s not like the landlord is over all the time. One day, the boy was going down on me- it was the middle of the day and nobody else was home, so I felt no fear in loudly expressing my appreciation. Once I had finished, there was a sharp knock on the door of his room. ‘Hey, rent’s due… Good job!’ the landlord called. Apparently he had been standing out there waiting. While I appreciate his allowing me to finish, I still can’t look the guy in the face” (Source).
Can’t Stop Now…
“I’m a big guy, but my fiance’s female Australian Shepherd always acted dominant around me, and tried to hump my leg on several occasions. So one day on the back deck, it tried to hump me again. So I decided to show her who’s boss. I grabbed her from behind and started humping her. I did this for – I don’t know – 10 seconds. When I looked up, the new neighbors – who’d just bought the house next door – were all standing in the yard holding their cardboard boxes… just watching me. At the moment, I thought ‘it will seem odd if I stop humping now’. So I kept humping, and just waved to them casually. They didn’t say a word, and the next week, put the house back up for sale” (Source).
“A couple of seniors of my high school were pulling into parking lot, before school, in a ‘beater F-150’. It was a nice Friday morning and they had come up with this silly plan to do a drive-by mooning of some ‘popular girls’. They had done this before so they had a rehearsed plan. As they proceeded to pull closer to the girls, the driver honks his horn as the passenger drops his pants and sticks his rear end all the way out the window. The passenger felt a nice fart welling up inside at this time, so he decided it would be extra funny to turn this into a drive-by gassing. He executed with precision timing. Here is where it all goes wrong. The previous day was Senior Ditch Day and he spent much of the previous day consuming copious amounts of beverages for which he was definitely underage, apparently passing out a number of times. So when he ‘let ‘er rip’ it was not a bubble of gas he was releasing, so-much-as a torrent of bile and fecal matter, in the form of a geyser. From five feet away at eye level, he had unleashed 24pk o’ crap and hosed the girls. While the first escaped with little damage, the two other girls had taken direct hits. Vomit, screaming and crying was produced by many spectators” (Source).
Honesty Is the Most Humiliating Policy
“When I was fourteen and almost always thought with my lower brain, I decided it would be great to enjoy my private time with a rubber on. I ended up liking how it felt and did it all the time for about a week. I didn’t actually own any rubbers and was too shy to buy them, so I borrowed my dad’s. So, long story short, my mom realizes that so many are missing and thinks my father is having an affair. She comes crying to me about it and my initial reaction is to deny any speculation that I used them, but after realizing that this may end my parents marriage, I ran upstairs and with tears coming from my eyes and explained to my mom that I used them for my solo pleasure. I cried for an hour.” (Source).
There Will Be Blood
“I was in sixth grade, so maybe 12 years old. To make a long story short, I had been hit with the double whammy of an early puberty (around 9) and no female guidance. So this was just the time where my cycle was steadying but still not really regular. I also had some severely heavy flows. It was a terrible combination. One day, I was sitting in the front of the classroom, just doing my thing, when a friend of mine came up and whispered to me that I had bled through. That was not the correct phrasing for what had happened. My entire bottom was drenched. I have no idea how I didn’t notice it. I had to raise my hand and ask the teacher to leave. (She was sitting in the front of all of us; she couldn’t have seen it.) I had to awkwardly tie my sweatshirt around my waist while I was still sitting down (a failed attempt to pretend like nothing was happening.) I had to walk down to the nurse’s office, at the other end of the school, explain what had happened (even though it was readily clear) and get a non-blood-soaked pair of pants. And then I had to walk back, in a pair of pants that were not my own, and clean the puddle of blood off of my chair. All in front of a classroom of my sixth-grade peers, most of whom probably didn’t know what a period was. Thank god I moved less than a year later” (Source).
“I’m not going to spend too much time with the details since this will likely just get buried at this stage of the post. My most embarrassing moment happened while I was working at a camp for the summer. I was a camp runner, meaning that I was the guy that drove into town for whatever reason. At night I’d sleep in a room with about 10 other guys, and the bathrooms were big and always busy, so I was completely abstinent nearly the entire summer. So one day I got a call that I had to pick up a camper girl who had been bitten by a spider and take her to urgent care. It was policy that if I was driving a camper of the opposite gender somewhere, there had to be another adult (18+) of the opposite gender riding with us. The other adult that came with us was this cute girl that I had had a few conversations with prior. I was somewhat sleep-deprived at the time, and she knew this, so as she had her camp driving clearance and knew the way to the urgent care, she offered to drive, and I accepted. The camp was in the middle of nowhere, so the ride to the urgent care was pretty long. In that time I fell asleep. I woke up with a raging hard on. Both of them had obviously seen what happened and both of their faces were like beet red. The car was absolutely silent for the next 10 minutes. Finally we reached the urgent care, and I dropped them off. After talking with the girl that drove the next day, I had apparently been hard for like 10 minutes. Both of them were fully aware of it, but both were too embarrassed to wake me up. That was the worst.” (Source).
“7th grade, right before school let out for the summer. Out of class early, decided to go get some freezies. Came back with a box of the things, couldn’t eat them all. Between 3 of my like-minded & equally bored friends, we decided to start bribing people to entertain us for freezies. Curiosity ensued. ‘Hey, we’ll give you a freezie if you show us your junk’. It was going along pretty well. Then this one guy refused, but countered with a I’ll show you mine if you show me yours thing. We settled on some exchange of flashing, and he delivered first. Just as I was lifting up my shirt, my godfather (english teacher, middle school headmaster) rounded the corner into the common lounge where we were, and commented, ‘Ah, summer esprit. The birds, the bees, my goddaughter’s naked chest. A little flat, but you’ve some time ahead of you yet. Please give my regards to your father. ‘Idk, there was just something about that delivery. So deliberate but aloof. Also, that burning shame” (Source).
Sing a Song of Wieners
“I was on the Academic Team in High School. You might’ve called it Quiz Bowl, or something else. Basically, it was the nerd squad, with different members specializing in different areas of knowledge. I was kinda the generalist jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none guy. One day during practice, the question was read, ‘Finish, the opening line of the traditional American song which begins, ‘I wish I was-” I GOT THIS! I jumped on the buzzer and exclaimed, ‘an Oscar Meyer wiener!’ There was dead silence as everyone stared at me. I confidently awaited affirmation of my correct answer. ‘That is incorrect. The correct answer is ‘in Dixie.”” (Source).
Run to the Hills
“I don’t know how I remember this… In first grade my entire school (k-12, pretty small school) had an assembly for who knows what. The assembly was some sort of educational thing where the actors sang and danced to try to get the students to learn ‘the fun way’. Now, what makes this interesting was that I was watching some Spiderman cartoons the night before. During the assembly, one of the actresses asks the audience ‘Who sailed the ocean blue in 1492?’ I was half asleep at this point, but one of my friends poked me and told me to raise my hand, so I did, because I was in 1st grade and I didn’t know any better. She calls on me. I didn’t even know the question at this point so a friend whispered it to me. I had no idea. So, I blurted out the first name that popped into my head. ‘Norman Virgil Osbourne!’ Yes, I answered her question with the Green Goblin. I said this quite emphatically and confidently, by the way. The whole auditorium became deathly silent at this point. No one laughed, no one murmured. I think it was because people were so confused and flabbergasted that there was really nothing anyone could say or do. The actress had this look on her face for a good 5 seconds before she said, ‘No, thats not…right. But why dontcha come up here and dance with us?!?’ I was very reluctant to, but if you have like 500 people waiting on your move, theres not much you can do. As I’m walking towards the stage (again, deathly silent), my older sister, probably in junior high at this point, screams ‘YEAH WOOOOO GO YEAHHHH!’ It didn’t make things much better. I get to the stage. The music starts and the actress starts squaredancing with me, along with about 10 other cast members. After about 10 seconds, I had a ‘NOPE’ moment, and literally ran off the stage, through the side doors, and ran home (wasn’t too far, maybe a mile away). I’m in college now, and although I think absolutely NO ONE remembers it, I will forever. Basically, I answered a history question with the Green Goblin, squareddanced for 10 seconds, ran off stage and straight home” (Source).
Now You’re Playing With Power
“The first time I met my ex-girlfriends parents and family, it was thanksgiving, and PS2 had just came out. I went over we were having dinner and her whole family was there celebrating. Her dad and I start talking, he says he is a big gamer and would love to try it, so I go and get it from my house (I just lived a few miles down the road) along with my VCR because their TV was old and it was the only way the PS2 would work. So he starts playing M2K or some sh-t. Then about an hour into the session, my ex’s little sister sitting next to the VCR I brought accidentally hits play with her foot. This causes the VCR to play a tape which happens to be an adult film I had left in. Up pops a Latino chick with two guys on screen in front of her grandmother, little children of the family, mom, everyone. Her dad just says, ‘That darn satellite,’ and tries turning it off with the remote. I wait a second, probably a little too long, (I could not move from shock) and shamefully get up and walk over to the VCR to turn it off. Her dad says, “Wait was that yours?” Embarrassed as heck I could only say, ‘Yep.’ Everyone laughed and my girlfriend was so mad, but I ended up being with her for three years so it must have not bothered him too bad. Also her family other than her parents were evangelicals they judged me from that point on, and I can not blame them lol.” (Source).
Ball to the Balls
“When I was 16, my mates and I were playing cricket in the nets (fenced off pitches for training). I was standing at the top of the run up, waiting for my turn to bowl. My mate who was batting hit a ball so hard it would have gone for 6 (over the fence) without going higher than about a meter off the ground. The hard cricket ball was heading for me at an incredible speed and all I could think of to evade the ball was to do a weird kind of star jump. Unfortunately this technique failed dismally and instead of missing the ball, I had perfectly positioned my sensitive bits directly in front of the ball’s trajectory. The ball cannoned into my love spuds at an incredible rate. The first sensation was an intense stinging feeling, like a hornet had stung my knob. This quickly gave way to the most intense nausea I have ever experienced. I projectile vomited everywhere, all the while screaming. While this was going on, I remember my friend saying in a panicked voice, ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE, he’s never going to be able to have kids!’ At some point one of my mates called an ambulance and it arrived fairly soon after. To add to an already fairly humiliating situation, there was a very pretty 18 year old girl who was riding around with the ambulance for work experience. I have a clear memory of her shriveling up her face as the EMT examined my swollen member. I was taken to hospital and the humiliation continued as a female doctor poked and prodded me to try to get some idea of the damage. She eventually concluded that everything was where it should be but fired one parting shot to further compound my embarrassment: in earshot of my parents, she instructed me to masturbate as soon as possible and to inform my parents if their were any difficulties or ‘unusual discharge’. I completed this task the following night and fortunately, it was all OK, aside from the fact that it simultaneously hurt like hell and felt great. Not a fun experience at all” (Source).
Not What It Looks Like
“Once, in high school, me and some friends decided to go through the Burger King drive thru. My friend Arielle was in the backseat, and my friend Brian was in the passenger seat up front with me. Naturally we were high as heck. Brian and Arielle both ordered chocolate milkshakes, and for some reason I wanted a vanilla one. When we reached the window, the shakes were the first things handed to us. I placed my shake in the center console cupholder, which is slightly elevated in the Volvo I was driving. Now, for some reason, went to drink this thing by lowering my face to it rather than picking it up, and it was way too thick. I was forced to plunge the straw up and down while I was sucking on the straw to force tiny morsels of milkshake into my stoned face. In my desperation for milkshake, I forgot that the food was still coming. The girl reached the window, and my friend Brian shook me from my daze by tapping me on the head. I was mid-plunge, and some of the vanilla milkshake dribbled down my chin. As I turned, and wiped the Vanilla shake from my chin with the back of my right hand, and extended my left to get the food. I was surprised to find a look of shock and bewilderment on the girls face, and as I took the food bag, I saw one of her coworkers pointing at me and screaming ‘Did you see that??!! Did you see that?!’ I grabbed the food and as we drove off my friend Arielle started laughing hysterically. Brian and I had not picked up on what had just transpired, but she informed us when she said: ‘THEY THOUGHT YOU WERE SUCKING HIM OFF!!!!!'” (Source).
We’re in the Money
“When I was 17 me and two friends were doing some charity work In India, just the three of us :). Well, along with the teaching we were doing we got taken on a couple of trips and such in the towns we were staying, in one such town not far from us was a huge dairy research/factory facility (one of the biggest in Asia or something?), they have the worlds first (now dead) and second (alive and kicking) cloned buffalo. Anyway, sitting in a office with my two friends our guide and our factory guide/owner- talking about the processes etc. and then at the moment, Dheli belly chose to strike me. So I wait a minute. But he keeps talking and talking, now all I’m focussing on is this need to go. And I know it’ll be a burning horrible experience. I’m a ticking time bomb in need of a toilet. I politely ask if there’s a toilet around and our other guide takes me (he speaks NO English- understandably) we walk through these huge buildings, for a good 10-15 minutes, we find the loo, and he tried to explain how I use it, I don’t understand at all. If anyone is familiar with Indian toilets, the way to clean your bottom is with a cup of water and your hand. That’s right, a cup of water. And your hand. I didn’t realize the gravity of my situation until I had taken this almighty nuclear dump. I tried my best to do it, to clean myself with water, but It didn’t work, it was already to wet. So I searched my pockets for paper, cloth, tissues, ANYTHING. I find my wallet. With about 800 Rupees in it. In 100’s. (70 rupees to the British pound). I end up wiping my a– with 700 Rupees worth. And flushing it all away. I felt so bad about it. 700 rupees is quite a lot out there. And rupees have Ghandi’s face on it, so I wiped my bottom with Ghandi’s face, what must be around perhaps a week’s wage? And then flushed it away. I then left the toilet, washed my hands, came out to the guide who had been waiting for me. And calmly walked back for a tour of the facility. The guys I went with have never let me forget that.” (Source).
“When I was 14 I was at a family friends Bar Mitzvah and I didn’t know anyone. So I was sitting there alone and then I saw this cute girl in the corner. I went over to talk to her and then we ended up just walking around this hotel and making out for about an hour (at 14, that was a big deal). Then she went off to do something. About 15 minutes later I was sitting alone again when my mom called me over and introduced me to her cousin and her cousin’s daughter. I look at the girl and it is the girl I had just made out with. A moment of horror as we look at each other and shake hands. She still hasn’t made eye contact with me since then.” (Source).
“I was 15 and I was at Sam’s Club with my parents. I was in the video game section playing some demo on a PS2. I felt like I needed to fart, so I pushed a little. It felt like I had let a silent one out, because I didn’t hear it, and it smelled terrible about 2 seconds afterwards, per usual. About 30 seconds later, the smell is still lingering and I was just proud that I had caused that much damage to the air. My sister  comes up to me and asks where I got the chocolate milk, and how I spilled it on my leg. I look down, there’s liquid feces on my right leg (was wearing blue Nike shorts and boxers.) I’m terrified. I have poo on my leg. I casually walk to the bathroom. Here comes the embarrassing part: I’m in the stall, cleaning up my leg, trying to figure out what the hell to do with my boxers, which are covered in it. I can’t keep them – the car will smell on the ride home. I can’t leave them in the stall – there were people waiting. I had to flush them. Well – apparently boxers don’t flush well. Toilet backed up, flooding the entire stall and spreading to the rest of the bathroom. I’m freaking out, but I’m clean – I got most of it off my leg. A janitor has entered the restroom, and I exit the offending stall. He asks what happened, and I can’t speak. I should have, because the boxers were still in the toilet – clearly visible. I just casually walk out. MEANWHILE… my parents were ready to leave, and couldn’t find me. They aren’t super hover parents, but they got worried, because I wasn’t in the video game section, or the candy section. This ordeal was going on 10ish minutes long. Apparently my sister told them that I walked towards the bathroom with an older man. So, my parents are assuming the worst, and get the security and management involved. Back to the bathroom. I’m trying to walk out, the janitor finds the boxers and is all huffy-puffy. The manager is walking down the hallway towards the bathroom to try and handle the ‘missing child with old man’ situation. I’m trying to leave the bathroom to handle the ‘holy moly, I just poo’d my pants and clogged the toiled with my boxers’ situation. Manager stops me, asks me if I was in any type of ‘situation’ and I don’t know how to answer. I tell him ‘there was an incident in the restroom’. He takes that as something happened to me with ‘the old man’ I was apparently stolen by. He radios the security to contact the police and to have them head towards the restrooms. I freak out – I didn’t think flushing my underwear warranted the police getting involved. My parents get to me – ask if I’m ‘OK’. I’m too embarrassed to tell them what happened (still without knowing what their perception of the matter was.) I said ‘I’m fine’. Security is rushing over, asking me if ‘he’s still in there’ I have no idea what they are talking about. They ask me what happened. There is a gathering of rubber-neckers – trying to see what is going on. I’m really confused why this is a huge deal. I confess. I tell them that I mud-butted down my leg, and tried to flush my underwear down the toilet, clogging it in the process. The looks I got… Worst part was, the police were there in like 5 minutes, and I had to tell them exactly what happened to me. After the ‘seriousness’ of the situation wore off and everyone realized I wasn’t molested by an old man, many laughs were had at my expense. My father to this day still brings this up – family gatherings, at my wedding, holidays…” (Source).
Dude, Not Funny
“This one has haunted me for years… It was the first week of tenth grade, and I was new at my high school. My other new kid friends and I sat down at a table in the cafeteria, and another new girl sat down with us. She was in a wheelchair. So I expected her to be really timid and introverted, but she was actually sarcastic and funny, introducing herself and making jokes about being in a wheelchair. Example: Her: ‘I’m trying out for field hockey!’ Me: ‘Wait, really?’ Her: ‘Hahaha no you idiot, I’m in a wheelchair’. Eventually one of my friends boldly asks her about how she ended up in a wheelchair. She says it was cancer. My friend asks which kind. She responds, ‘Leukemia, have you heard of it?’ Now, bear in mind, she was funny. She really was. And c’mon, who hasn’t heard of leukemia? So my gut reaction to her response was that it must be a joke. I mean, everyone’s heard of leukemia! It was too late. I burst out laughing. I immediately realized what had happened and tried to cover it up by gasping. It only made it worse. Everyone at the table glared at me. I spent the rest of lunch in absolute silence, and I never spoke to her again.” (Source).
“Back before my wife and I got married, when we were still engaged, we had a three-times-a-day phase. One day we had an especially epic session, which was remarkable only for its length (about two hours, uninterrupted). Afterward, I went soft, but it didn’t start to shrink back to flaccid size. If anything, my foreskin looked a bit puffy. We didn’t think much of it though, because that sometimes happens after prolonged use. And then it started to grow. It stayed soft (in fact, it got really really soft), but it kept swelling. By the time we made it to the emergency room, it was twice as long as normal and maybe four times as wide. It was shaped like a cartoon teardrop. Normal hue at the top, fading to bruised purple at the bottom. They gave me a private room in the ER. The male nurse took one look, winced, then left and came right back in with a male doctor (it was the quickest service I’d ever received at the ER). The doctor’s reaction was more controlled, but his face twitched when he first saw it. They kept leaving and bringing in more staff. None of them did any doctoring, they just came, looked, reacted, shot an appraising glance at my fiancée (who couldn’t stop laughing), and then went to get someone else. None of them told me who they were. I swear some of them didn’t even have nametags or anything. Eventually they told me I’d burst a blood vessel. They gave me a note to stay home from work for three days, and told me to stay in bed and keep junk iced and elevated. This was in the summer, and the next day was especially beautiful. I spent it lying on my back in bed, wearing just a wife-beater, with an ice pack between my chilled balls and my frosty wang (thus keeping it elevated). Around eleven I took off the ice pack and pulled on the thinnest, gentlest cotton pajama pants I owned and went out to the porch for a smoke. The neighbors in the next apartment were over on their side of the porch, and I went over to say hi. They were a young married couple—both 18—with a cute baby. They were usually very nice and friendly, but this time the husband looked upset and wouldn’t meet my eye. His wife just stared at the ground with a beet red face. I figured I’d interrupted a fight or something, so I excused myself and went back to my side of the porch. Then I noticed it–the thin fabric of the pajamas was draped over my plainly visible downstairs. You could see the bulk of it hanging there, you could see the massive veins running over the shaft, you could even see the curved lip of my fist-sized glans. We lived next to that couple for another year. The guy was always curt with me, and that poor young girl could never look me in the face again. That wasn’t the worst of it though. When I went back to work, I found out that the doctor had written the diagnosis on the work note he’d given me. The way I found out was when someone gave me a get well soon card made out to my junk.” (Source).