Embarrassing moments

Anybody care to share a few? I will get things started.

Back when I was a little younger, probably late thirties and divorced again, I was doing a lot of drinking and running around. Basically having fun, had a good job, plenty of money, well educated and doing alright.

Well I happen to run into this girl I went to high school with where I was working, she dated a good friend of mine back then so we knew each other fairly well and began going out running around together. She was very attractive and fun to be around so I really enjoyed going out with her, we both had a lot in common and were in the same phase of our lives and careers.

There was a new sports bar that had opened in the old city, very close to campus and was very popular at the time. We started going down there and ran into several old friends we had gone to high school and college with, it was great. Well we were out one night and one of her girlfriends was with us and we decided to go to the sports bar and see what was going on. Got there about 11:00 and it was packed, got in and saw some people we knew and decided to go upstairs where the band was playing and hang out.

We sit down, order some drinks and just talking, I think there was eight or nine of us. I noticed there was this guy going up on the stage with the band off and on and trying to sing and dancing around. It was really becoming very annoying, at least to me. He was a black dude, pretty well built and was sitting with a bunch of people (when he wasn’t jumping up on stage) across from us. We had been to a couple of bars before we got there so I was pretty well lit and getting tired of this guy. When the band took a break I went up and asked the guitar player who he was and why they kept letting him get up there and ruining the song’s. “Oh that’s so and so, he’s a UT football player” he told me. I said, I don’t care who he is, I’m sick of having to watch and listen to him, if he keeps doing it I’ll tell him to sit his ass down, not everybody likes it.

Well he kept on doing it and would go over to where his friends were and stare over where we were sitting. That lasted about 1minute, I got up and started over there, everybody was don’t, he’s a UT football player.

I get over there where he is sitting and my plan was to either kick him out of the chair or if he stands up hit him in the nose before he gets all the way up. Well, that was my first mistake, he was taller and faster than I had anticipated, so my first punch hit him in the throat, it must have hurt, I could tell by the way he was hitting me. Some bouncers show up and throw all of us out of the bar, we start fighting again in the parking lot, which is gravel and really hurts when your getting the crap beat out of you. Usually, in these type of situations you can count on your friends to jump in, but Nooooo, not this time.

The cops finally show up (thank god) and stop the fight. Luckily, one of the girls with us worked for a bonding company and knew some of the cops, I was able to go straight to the emergency room instead of jail.

Now this is the good part. Come to find out, he wasn’t a UT football player at all….he was a UT Cheerleader.

My friends still kid me about that when we all get together, they want to know what it feels like when they throw the girl cheerleaders up in the air and swirl them around. I tell you , those guy’s are strong and very athletic.

I stand before you my friends as probably the only person in history to be beat up by a UT cheerleader.

Steve

 

Uhhhh, what prompted this confession? Thoughts of the girl, or UT, or???????

 

That was pretty funny Steve, sorry mate. It reminds me of some advice my father gave me.

Never pick a fight in a bar with someone you don't know, that small guy wearing glasses in the corner sitting quietly? He'll probably turn out to be Bruce Lee's trainer!

 

Good advice indeed. Guess I needed to learn the hard way.

I can't believe we don't have some more embarrassing stories from people, there has to be a few.

Steve

 

LOL. Lots of minor embarrassments in life, but nothing quite as spectacular as your cheerleader.

And you spun out the yarn very well too.

 

Well thank's, not something I'm proud of but I thought you guy's might have a good laugh at my expense.

Come on G.T., just one.

Steve

 

I'm not telling anything, about stuff I've done,.......not at all...........wobbles

 

I dont have any stories to tell, But there is chunks of the 70's that i dont remember real well. Probably a good thing ! ! ! http://forums.majorgeeks.com/images/smilies/biggrin.gif

 

Reminds me of a time when I was in the Corps going to aviation mechanic school at NAS Millington, TN. I was at the base bar, drunk as usual. Picked a fight with a sailor who was smaller than I. We went outside, just the two of us. He moved fast, got me in some weird hold and made me give up. Not a single punch thrown. I got up, we went back in and partied down. Did I learn from that? Not for a long time.

 

Yes, thank you AA!

I'm not the only one that suffers from the "liquid mouth" syndrome sometimes.

He wasn't an ex-cheerleader was he?

Steve

 

Several years ago we were at our friends cabin at the lake with a bunch of friends. We all had our young kids there. Another friend was giving tube rides behind his boat. He motioned me to take a ride. Tube rides usually mean donuts on the water 'til the tube dumps. Off I went on my donut ride right in front of the cabin, kids on the boathouse roof and lawn cheering me on. After several spills I'd had enough and headed for shore and stood up out of the water.Suddenly I heard laughter from the boat. MY SHORTS! I'd left with shorts and returned with a loin cloth. I sprinted for the cabin through a dozen or more squealing and mocking kids trying to keep covered. I stayed off the tube after that.

 

(shrug) OK, although my parents are more embarrassed about this than I am.

About 2/3 through my 8 years in divorce court, my lawyer decided he wanted off the case, appealed to the court to be relieved, and the judge said no. My lawyer basically QUIT the case, and appealed to be relieved. He notified me of each date he'd schedule to talk to the judge, and I showed up for that (and he didn't... jackass...), but he quit sending me any official case notices from the court. Including notices to appear in court. After missing two scheduled sessions, where nothing happened anyway, the judge, not realizing that I had NOT been served notice to appear, let the opposing lawyer write a body attachment order (civil court equivalent of an arrest warrant). Now, a body attachment order requires proof that the person has legally been served notice. Which I hadn't. Which was illegal.

So after spending half a day downtown at one of those attempts by my lawyer to get off the case, which he again did not show up for, two Chicago cops knock on the door and take me downtown to Cook County Jail, 26th & California, and I didn't have a clue why. When I was told I'd failed to show up in court, I told them I'd just BEEN to court that day, mass confusion and head scratching. But that didn't stop the strip search, mandatory blood test, gang shower, and all the other entertaining attractions of being a guest of the county. I didn't even get to eat dinner before they grabbed me. Sat up all night the first night in a gang holding cell with wall benches for maybe 20, and about 40 crammed in. Spent most of the next day in a small cell in the basement at Daley Plaza, where the ugly Picasso stands out front. Finally got to see the judge, at the very end of his day after he'd cleared everything else on his agenda, and they figured out they'd goofed. Did they let me go then? Hell no. They sent me back to 26th & California pending a $1000.00 bail. My dad was trying to POST bail for me, ALL DAY LONG, and they ran him around back & forth between court and jail, and it took until 1:00 AM the next morning to get me out. Every time I hear somebody talk about a "right to privacy", I'm tempted to suggest a night in Cook County Jail.

Needless to say I wanted blood from my lawyer, from her lawyer, and from that stupid judge.

Only good things to come of it was that my lawyer's unethical handling of my case got him dumped and the senior partner took over (to keep me from reporting his behavior to the BAR), the judge, who had been bungling the case for over 5 years without getting it settled, agreed to bump my case up to the next higher level, where a divorce decree could be forced on my totally uncooperative wife, to keep me from reporting HIM to the ARCD, the board that reviews judicial incompetence, which eventually got the divorce I'd been fighting for. Still took 8 years, in a no asset case.

My family is all straight shooters. None of them ever go to jail, most of them don't even get speeding tickets. My parents were so embarrassed they didn't want anybody to know that I'd been arrested, mistake or not.

So, while there were quite a few memorably embarrassing moments, it wasn't something for which I feel any personal embarrassment.

 

I've been to Millington. It's just across Memphis from where I live.

 

one of my embarassments.... (when you have children embarassment IS unaviodable) was not public thank god but, embarassing still... many moons ago when i was a single mom and my darling daughter was a beautiful blond haired green eyed 5 year old. looked like a little angel.. mmmhhhmm.... one day i picked her up from kindergarten and she asked me, "mom, what is sex?" okay, i figured (and hoped that she was asking a question about gender..) so, i simple explained to her about the differences and used her brother as an example. but, that wasn't what she wanted... some other more worldly child had talked about Sex! so, trying to keep it simple and not explain to much.. i carefully explained the basics of sex to her... then this beautiful child looked me in the eyes and asked... "mom, why don't you have sex??? that blew me out of the water!!!

was that embarrassing enough??

 

G.T.

God, that is scary. You didn't know or have any idea what might happen, sitting in jail waiting on those idiots to figure it out.

Amazing, absolutely amazing.

In one of my divorces her attorney was showing me and my lawyer what she wanted as far as household items, I noticed the coffee pot was on there. I told them she didn't even drink coffee what does she need with the coffee maker. Her lawyer said it was in case she had company that drank coffee. I wasn't giving that coffee pot up, no matter what! So we came to an agreement that she could have other items in the household but not the coffee pot.

The best I could figure, that coffee maker cost me about $2,000. I'm not stupid.

Steve

 

I did a stupid and embarrassing things just yesterday! Was carry some heavy wooden furniture into the house with my fiance...he was leading......I slipped off the wet concrete step and head butted the furniture we were carrying. As if that wasn't enough, my fiance kept on carrying it so I then stumbled forward and head butted it again!!

We were walking fround Fred Meyers later and I kept giving my fiance grief for beating me up as everyone stared at my fat split lip and swollen eye. And I get married in less than two weeks!

*wanders off to find ice pack*

 

I lived in Memphis for about 3 years. I went to kindergarten through 2nd grade.

Anyway, I got falsely arrested once also. It was right after I'd gotten out of the Corps in 86. I had a buddy in Tenn. and he knew this other kid. This other kid was under 21 and asked if he could borrow my ID (which was an old one without a picture). I let him. Later he asked me for some money to buy some drugs. I flatly refused. Well, the ahole goes and robs a motel. He gets arrested and tells them I was the actual trigger man. They come and drag me out of my friends house in the middle of the night. I sat in jail for 10 freaking days till they finally got it figured out. That was also when I learned not to say a dang thing to cops. Wait for a lawyer. I'll tell you this, the detective in charge tried to get me to confess to something I didn't do. He even said that I was ID'd by a girl I went to school with. She must've had xray vision to see through the mask he was wearing. The only good part was that I stayed in the city police solitary cell.

 

That's a red flag right there.

Steve

 

I hate to say it, but Memphis has gone to the dogs since then. Crypts, Bloods, and other drug gangs own most of the city, crime rate is one of the highest in the nation, and infrastructure is rotting. The current mayor and city government/police are a joke. Cherish your memories.

That was a GOOD part. Especially for 10 days. I was in with the "general population", and what a spooky population it was.

 

I hate to say it G.T. but I was there over ten years ago and got the same impression, I did not like it.

That's not Tennessee.

Steve