How Embarrassing!

oh, dirty jokes always get me...

ehmagawd — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 07:53:28 GMT

So a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in Theatre Class, and the girls around me were talking about the ocean, and that reminded me of a funny Joke that I had heard earlier, so I told the nearest girl the Joke (mind, the class was being obnoxious and loud, but I'm usually fairly careful with what I say) "There was this girl that got a tattoo of a seashell on the inside of her thigh, and if you put your ear on it, you can smell the ocean." The girl laughed, and so the other girls wanted to hear it as well, so I say it again, but louder. Now, I've been told that my voice carries, even when I'm trying to be quiet. No, especially when I'm trying to be quiet. After I told the Joke for the second time, I noticed that my teacher was standing within five feet of my trying to get the projector to work, and that she had been standing there, fiddling with the damned thing for several minutes, so she heard me tell the joke, not once, but TWICE.
Gah, I wanted to smash my face into the desk.

Of COURSE this would happen to me!

st4nl3y — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:18:18 GMT

Okay.

My name is Lisa. I'm 23. And I just got out of a 4-year relationship. I was sitting around the other day feeling sorry for myself, and then I saw a commercial for E-harmony's free communication weekend. I decided that I might as well join just so I could find out if there even are good single guys in my area. I was highly disappointed because I couldn't see the pictures of any of the guys that I was matched with! But, I decided to go ahead and communicate anyway. I kept going back and forth with a guy... we'll say his name was Greg. After several predetermined questions and info swapping, I finally got the the pont where the site allowed us to communicate openly. I looked Greg up on Facebook and lo and behold! I had absolutely NO physical attraction to him whatsOever! I emailed him back and forth a couple of times, telling him that I'm just not really ready to be in a relationship at this point, but that we can be friends until I am... or whatever (He actually told me that he talked about me to a friend who accused me of wanting to use him for revenge sex... whatever that means).

Then, in an attempt to get out and meet new people, I went to a new church (Here comes the good part). Service was about to start and I wandered in with a friend and sat in the back. I felt someone give me a triple-take. I looked up and saw him and thought, "Surely not... that HAS to be a coincidence!" I even pulled out my cell phone to show his facebook profile to my friend and we decided that it was just a guy who LOOKED like Greg. The service ended and as I was bolting for the door I hear a, "Lisa!" I tried to ignore it but before I knew it there was a finger tapping my shoulder.

It was sooooo awkward! I stood there and made small talk for what seemed like an eternity. He proudly announced to my friend that he found me on E-harmony. Finally he left. I watched him excitedly call someone on his cell phone as he walked to his car.

I think I'm still going to be church hunting for a while...

Oh boy...

lemau — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 08:55:37 GMT

Seeing another interesting post about messing your words up reminded me of one I had recently:

See, I'm kind of a dunce with words, not just in foreign languages, but also in my own (Dutch). We recently had a get-together at my best friend's birthday party. A lot of ex-classmates were there, one of whom is now a cosmetic surgeon. One way or the other we got to the waiting lists of some types of surgery, among which breast transplants. Apparently a woman who had a breast amputated due to cancer or some other cause, has to wait 7 months to get an implant, and has to walk around lopsided all the time. Now, I'm as considerate as I am an idiot, and very solution-oriented. So after about 15 seconds of thinking (waaaayyyy too little for a guy like me anyway XD) I ask him "Isn't it a dandy idea to give her a prostate for the time being?" Obviously, I meant prosthesis, but I just don't use either phrase very often, and as I said before, I suck at words. Oh, but it didn't end there. He actually asked me "I'm sorry, what?", and I repeated my previous sentence flawlessly.

After which they laughed at me. Repeatedly. And I can sorta understand, but embarrassing? Absolutely. XD

oh dear :

bothfeetforward — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:58:49 GMT

I'm learning Japanese and for practice I go to a language exchange meeting every Thursday night. Lately I've been learning keigo, which when you meet people for the first time is used a lot. It's very very polite and if you can use it correctly it seems like you have a lot of education.
Unfortunately, I can't =p
At this club there's this guy I really really like too, he's cute, he's funny, just generally awesome and although his English isn't very good we usually talk in Japanese. So he introduced me to some new people telling them how good my japanese is. They were some of his friends and he asks me to use keigo while talking to them. So I start to panic. Keigo is very difficult but I'm doing it and I'm sounding educated. Horar!
Welll until I decide to ask when they came to England. The thing about Japanese is a lot of words are very similar and if you get just one character wrong the meaning completely changes.

Instead of saying "Itsu koRAremashita ka"
I asked "Itsu koWAremashita ka" Which translates as when did you break! :<

My crush and everyone in the general area laughed at me for a long long time, which to be fair I would have too =p

But hey, at least I asked her politely right?

The Little white dress.

kurikuribebi — Thu, 28 May 2009 19:26:11 GMT

Hello everyone! New member here, thought I'd join the fun and share a story of my own!

It would have been a perfect day. The weather forecast had promised clear skies and plenty of sun, and I had a date planned with Takeshi. I wanted to surprise him and decided to wear a cute white sun-dress, since he had said he'd never seen me in a dress. I made our bento, loaded it in to the basket and was off. We met at the park and found a good spot to have our little picnic. We were surrounded by trees and an open sky. It had seemed perfect up until the rain came. It poured down so suddenly that we were caught off guard. We gathered everything quickly and ran across the park to find a little shop to hide in since the trees would do no good.

We managed to find shelter in an okonomiyaki shop, but the damage was done. With the amount of rain, my dress had become see-through and the lines of my undergarments were clearly visible. I should have expected it since the dress had been rather cheap, but I honestly hadn't. And in a room full of strange Japanese people, I was highly embarrassed for not considering it.

Takeshi found it amusing. Needless to say, I was not. Feeling bad for me, one of the women there offered to let me wear a spare uniform until my dress dried off. I spent half our date wet and the other half as a shop worker. Eck!

The lesson? Never wear white and never try to make your boyfriend happy!

Ticket

xdead_squirrelx — Sat, 16 May 2009 06:33:23 GMT

Let me start off by saying that this wasn't me. This was the first night that my fiance and I hung out outside of school. He called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to the mall. He was cute and I couldn't say no. Side note: I always like to say that my knight in shining armor didn't ride in on a white horse, but drove a blue minivan named dorothy. However, that's beside the point. I didn't know his best friend was in the back of the minivan which honestly scared me half to death, but I made no point of it. Then he rolls a stop sign and gets pulled over and ticketed. I could tell he was totally mortified and felt pretty bad for him. That was our "first date", if you will :)

computerdouch — Fri, 01 May 2009 23:21:21 GMT

Its always really embarrassing talking to your crush, when you reach your hand to your face, you notice there is a crumb of some sort on your forehead.

Like, the size of a butt pimple.

shamans_weapon — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 23:51:02 GMT

Good god, its been a LOOONG time since i posted here. I got sidelined into drawing yaoi fanart and writing various fanfics..then i got a 360 and Bioshock.

Whcih is neatly responsible for two of my embarassments;

1) Im a devout Yaoi (guy x guy) fan, and a poke around on DA led me to a kink meme for bioshock. Where i clinked on a link to a picture. Lets just say ti involves a piano. I go "OMIGODPIANOSEX?!" in this high pitched voice, by total accident. Cue staring, for i was using the public wifi in a local McDonalds. There has got to a world record for most embarassing thing said in public..To follow it up i go "Oh BALLs, i mean CRAP!"

I think they thought i had tourettes or something the way i was going..

Then i look to the right and theres two POLICE OFFICERS standing in the line obviously on lunch break. Great, now the local law enforcement knows im weird.

2) In one particular part of Bioshock at the beguinning (Steinman stage), you go into this room and over to a desk. Once you get there the room fogs up then clears. And behind you is standing this creepy dentist splicer.

The first time i seen this it just about gave me heart failure it scared me that much. I jump, controller goes whizzing overhead and i scream "F**K ME-IVE LOST THE CONTROLS!" on realising i couldnt see where wireless controller had landed. My mother comes in, shakes her head and walks out. Whoops.

3) Whilest at the job center, the adviser asked me if id had any experience with Mosiac. I reply "yeah sure, made a few in art class years ago!". Cue staring then laughter. Apparently Mosiac is a computer program. Go me.

4) My friend came round for a visit, and id left my big desk PC on. With my fanart/yaoi pr0n folder still open but minimized. Im in the loo and i hear "good god where did you get all this stuff?! And more importantly why didnt you tell me-Ooh bioshock yaoi!"

And, still on the loo i yell "GET OUT OF MY PORN DAMNIT!". Dashing out of the bathroom i come face to face with my big sister. She can hardly keep a straight face. D'oh..

Work.

ehmagawd — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:04:42 GMT

Saturday night, I was at work and I had to hold the door for everyone coming in and leaving. I have to say things like 'Hello! Welcome to Red Robin!', 'Hi, how are you?' when people come in and 'Thanks for coming in!', 'Have a nice night!', and 'Come again soon!' when people leave.
At least five times when people would leave, I would say hello, and then have to correct myself.
Not terribly embarrassing.
Later that night, we got this mad rush of people coming in at like, nine o'clock. I was the only hostess on, the busser left, and there were three servers on. I had to seat people and clean off tables and take food to tables. When I was clearing off a table, I knocked over two glasses in front of the waiter that i have a Huge crush on. I mummbled 'I know, graceful, right?' but he smiled and said 'No, I'm not judging you, I think you're doing great.'
I still felt like a shmuck.

kyos_the_schmex — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 04:57:50 GMT

my boyfriend and i were talking over IM earlier.. neither of us has a car right now, and he's going to school JUST far away enough to be .. far. and he's getting antsy about being stuck in his dorm, so he started talking about how he wants to come be with me. and i'm retarded.

sutible4livestok (12:31:20 AM): im reallly wishing to be with you insteadof stuck in the gay dorm

rienxdespecial (12:32:00 AM): don't wish to be here, lol

rienxdespecial (12:33:14 AM): maybe like with me somewhere else hahaha

sutible4livestok (12:33:22 AM): mmk

sutible4livestok (12:33:24 AM): with you

sutible4livestok (12:33:26 AM): in alaska

sutible4livestok (12:33:28 AM): in a cabin

sutible4livestok (12:33:31 AM): with no tv

sutible4livestok (12:33:40 AM): just a bed, dressers and the internet

rienxdespecial (12:33:58 AM): so we're going to wrestle bears for food?

yeah. it got really awkward for a few minutes until i said "uh.. alaska is really cold." i'm a winner.

dubdubkong — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 18:06:40 GMT

Today, I opened my mouth to answer a question in class. Instead, I just burped at my teacher. I had no idea it was coming. It was brilliant.

computerdouch — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 23:10:22 GMT

                                    So two years ago, I was with a bunch of friends (I think it was like 3 girls and 2 boys) so anyway during lunch or so we all went into one of the classrooms, making a poster for the halls. So of course we were all being stupid and kids were making (funny) perverted jokes, and this boy just kept on repeating,"Nipples, nipples ... Nipples." Now of course our teacher wasnt in the room, so we could say whatever we wanted. Anyway, it got kind of funny, so I said it once, and of course, the time I said it was exactly when the teacher was standing in the doorway giving me a funny look. That was so embarrassing!
                                  Today some friends and I kicked a ball around in a nearby field, and we were all having fun. The ground was really slippery and all the boys were too fat and tired to play any more, so when my friend kicked a ball to me, I kicked as high as I could, which was reallyyy high i might add -and I slipped right in front of all the boys.

                                           That was kind of really embarrassing:P

homeskillette — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:03:40 GMT

I was taking a in-class music exam and I was asked to play a part from a piece I had never practiced.

Not only was I kicking myself mentally, half way through I stopped and said, "Oh Sh~~t, I'm not slurring [musical term] can I start over?"

The whole classes laughed. Luckily I have a teach with a good sense of humour.

:|

dubdubkong — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:38:14 GMT

I can't cope in shop situations.

Once, I walked, in, said "hello", payed for everything and as the shop assistant was handing me my change, instead of saying "thankyou" I just said "hello" again.

Another time, as I was buying something, I got a phone call in the middle of paying for my items. I hung up, the woman gave me my change, I said "thankyou" and then walked out without taking my stuff.

2 incidents, same person.

wildcat_daisy — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 05:47:40 GMT

When I was pretty far in my major in college, there were people in my field of study that I'd had numerous courses with and come to know somewhat. Of course, there was a guy (we'll call him Z) that I found attractive and would often sneak glances at during class just because he was nice to look at. It helped that he was also an avid climber and was in excellent shape. Unfortunately, this led to a number of embarrassing incidents on my end.

The first time around, I was trying to learn how to belay for rock climbing (basically - you are supporting/safeguarding someone that is climbing). It doesn't help that I don't have a dominant hand, and I was getting pretty frustrated. Z was at the wall while I was learning and offered to climb while I belayed. Of course, he does this without a shirt on so I am entirely flustered and not thinking straight at all, and the girl trying to teach me keeps badgering me about switching hands (which you aren't allowed to do).

AND to make it worse, I have to look up at him while he's climbing to know when to brake. So I cannot think at all, and I'm trying to learn a new skill that I've never done. Needless to say, I just abandoned learning to belay. I just let him down and babbled nonsensically while I apologized to him for basically putting his life in danger. Afterwards, I just put my head in my hands and realized he probably thought I was something of a ditz...completely disheartening for me, as I despise that type of behavior in myself.

Not making this situation any better, the next semester I end up in a first responder course with poor Z. Gah. So it comes to the day where we are learning water rescues, and of course, we are in a pool, I'm practicing rescues with my friend Nicole. Then the teacher comes over and is like..."I want you to try rescuing a guy. They are heavier, it's something you need to know how to do" and he immediately pairs me up with Z. So even better, now he's in his swim trunks and I have to touch him in a rather close, personal space manner.

The manuever we had to perform: the person was lying on their stomach, floating in the water, and you have to kinda grab them, and roll with their body and bring them face up so they can breathe, without losing C-spine in case they have a neck injury. Inevitably, this short circuits my brain, and instead of rescuing Z, I basically send him to the bottom of the pool. THREE TIMES. In front of the professor. Z tries to give me pointers but I just cannot make sense of anything and I'm really nervous. I'm so flustered that I cannot even express myself in a reasonable manner. Mercifully, the teacher just gives me critical feedback and doesn't make me do it again.

I can't help but think, for someone of a decent intellect, what a regular buffoon that Z must have thought I was. It is probably a good thing he never displayed any interest in me, because being dumbfounded like that by someone can't be good for daily life.

Ouch D=

wumpa — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:15:25 GMT

I was getting pretty drunk yesterday night at the bar and at some point my boyfriend, mad at me, rushed out. The bar is made that way: next to the dance floor, there's a two-steps Molson Dry stage with tables and chairs. So you have a step and then, the stage itself. I was sitting at the limit of the stage, and next to me - not on the stage - was the babyfoot table.

Well while getting up I got too far from the table, forgetting we were at the border of the stage and my chair fell - with me on it. I fell on the babyfoot table, got up after a few seconds, confused as hell. There were a lot of people looking at me, my friends laughing (I was laughing too, so it's okay =P) and it was just plain embarassing.

I could always say "at least I was drunk" because it didn't hurt - not yesterday, no. I woke up this morning with a horrible, dark red and purple bruise on my back -_-

fright_eyed — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 04:37:07 GMT

When I was a kid, my parents took me to Washington D.C. for vacation. We were admiring the Washington Monument when I noticed I'd stepped in a mud puddle and messed up one of my sneakers. My dad said, "Go ahead and wash it in the reflecting pool." He was just fucking with me, but I was too young to realize it, so I walked over and tried to dip my foot in the water. Naturally, I fell in.

computerdouch — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 01:17:52 GMT

    Ohh gosh ok.. this happened in 7th grade yet its still embarrassing...

     Ok well I was in math class, and I was partnered up with John, a quiet but cute boy. Well as we were working on this one problem (or something, i cant remember) we traded seats because I couldnt see the board in the spot that I was sitting in. So I thanked him and went on with my business, and John got up to grab another sheet of the test to work on... well.... Everyone noticed this 'spot' on the pack of his light blue jeans ... a period spot right where his bottom was. Everyone started laughing while John rushed into the bathroom to take a look at 'it.' Well then I felt something wet at that moment, and realized that I got my period and it bled onto my previous chair, the one that John was sitting on. I couldnt stop apologizing to him..

         It was more awkward for John, but I just feel so ashamed to think about it:P

A 3-hits combo

wumpa — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 01:46:19 GMT

I thought of all these today.

FIRST OF ALL, I turned 18 a year ago (I live in Canada, where 18's the legal age to drink and go out) and about 2 months before (around November of 2007) I started going out in bars. At one time I was wearing a black strapless dress. And I have quite huge boobs. So I kept dancing and being drunk and at some time I see the people I'm dancing with, luckily all girls - moving their arms around with alarmed expressions on their faces. At some time I look down to see what's wrong with me and I realize my dress has left my boobs, revealing my bra to everyone. -_- being drunk I didn't care and just put it up and kept dancing. The next morning they told me I stayed like that for about 2 minutes, letting absolutely everyone on the dance floor see.

SECOND STORY, last Summer my boyfriend and I went to Quebec City; since we live in a pretty small city, we were incredibly excited about shopping (well, I was, at least). Here where we live there's only one sex shop, and since they're alone they set their prices pretty damn high. So when we saw a sex shop at the QC mall we went in and pretty much went on a buying frenzy since everything seemed so cheap. The stuff we bought included cock rings because I really wanted to see if it worked.
In fact we never used them. We just let them sit in our "toy box" sitting under the side table of the bed. We love receiving friends here and eating together and chatting and playing games and shit, and at some point we had about 10 people here in the appartment playing a game of Monopoly, when Duchesse, one of our cats, jumped on the table, in the middle of the board game... with a cock ring in her mouth. -_- we pretty much got laughed at. I threw them away. XD

LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST, I work in a KFC. My boss is around Monday-Friday from about 9 to 7-8 PM. So she's pretty much always at job. At some point it was in the afternoon, I was working and she was in the kitchen. A customer entered, it was an old lady with long blonde hair. I served her, then she saw my boss (it's an open kitchen) and said hi, obviously knowing her. They chatted a bit and then this conversation happened:
Customer: so how is your mother doing?
Boss: ... she died about 20 years ago.
Customer: are you serious?
She then proceeded to burst into tears in front of us and ran away with her food. o_O we were both incredibly embarassed and kinda sad...

beckandra — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 13:50:45 GMT

I'm new here! it seems like a very funny community and i have an embarressing moment to share with everyone. it happened a while ago but it was quite embaressing and very funny too.

my cousin is an artist living in new york city/philidelphia. you can tell just by looking at him that he is an artist, and he is actually quite established. we were talking about a trip to spain that i took recently and he asked if i had seen the Gaudi castle. I though that he had said "gaudy" and i was confused, some of the castles were kind of gaudy-- they had gold everywhere even on things that were kind of silly to have gold on. so i said that. i said well most of the castles were gaudy

he looked around like i was absolutely crazy and then said, "Gaudi is an architect."

ahhhhhhh. it was terrible. and i was almost an art major!!!!

Rivers and Glass Windows

im_trouble26 — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 04:17:16 GMT

I'm not sure why, but this week has cranked out multiple embarrassing moments for me. I can only remember these two at the moment.

Moment #1:
There's a restaurant in my town called Riverside that people rave about. My boyfriend and I passed a place called Riverside Lunch on Sunday while we were driving, and I wondered aloud if it was the same Riverside that everyone loved. He said he wondered the same thing.

"But that's such a stupid name for it!" I exclaimed. "There's not even a river around here!"

So of course, he took the time to point out that there was a river right around the corner that we passed over every time we went to his house. I didn't believe him, but sure enough, when we drove over it later, he made a huge deal of showing it to me.

"See that gap, there, under the bridge we're on filled with water? That's the river!"

We laughed, but it still makes me feel like an idiot.

Moment #2:
My guidance counselor asked me the other day to come see her. I got to her office and she wasn't there, but the two secretaries were. One of them told me to leave a note in a basket and she would make sure my counselor got it.

This seemed easy enough. The secretary walked past me and I wrote the note, then tore it off of the paper pad and went to stick it into the basket. What I didn't realize was that the basket was behind a glass window.

Thank goodness I didn't cut myself, but I did manage to cause a loud BONK! that startled the other secretary sitting on the other side. She tried to tell me to open the window, but I couldn't hear her since it was closed! The first secretary came back by me and told me to just give her the paper in her hand. I guess she could tell windows aren't my thing.

fatorexic — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 22:16:41 GMT

Today I had a big zit on my nose.
So of course I bumped into my crush at the bowling alley...

HOW EMBARASSING!

Scary game...

shamans_weapon — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 01:27:31 GMT

Ive recntly begun playing games on my laptop again, after i lost all my save files for F.E.A.R and a few others. A friend sends me a demo for something called "Condemned: Criminal Origins". Install, play. as you do. (this is a laptop that has a track record for being a fusspot with what it'll run and what it wont!)

Partway through someone jumps out from nowhere and scares the living crap ouuta me, i proceed to jump a mile in the air, sending the laptop toppling forward. Grab for laptop, and hit top of it off head in the process. Then drop laptop on foot. During this whole farce, my mother is sitting there, laughing fit to bust.

I have since ordered the full version of the game...XD anything that makes me jump that bad is a must-get in my book, i LOVE horror/scary games.

AERFDC

doxerssoldout — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 07:46:54 GMT

last week, i was visiting some friend. one of my friends and i stopped at a little convenience store to pick up some tape. while i was attempting to pay for the tape, i decided that this would be the perfect place to get rid of the change i had been accumulating. i made some comment like, "oh, i hope you like change!" to the guy behind the counter. because he was incredibly good looking, i got flustered and started over-explaining that the tips i get from my job are usually in coins.

my friend took this as an oppertunity to try to embarrass me. she told the guy that i was a stripper and that people usually threw coins at me instead of dollar bills. i went along with it, the guy laughed, all was good. he bid us a good night, and we left.

immediately upon leaving the store, i began expressing how hot i thought the guy was. my friend agreed.

"i mean, he's really, really hot," i said.

"uh, christine..." my friend said.

"no, like, he was gorgeous."

"christine."

"seriously, he was beautiful. hey, i can't find my keys, i think i left them inside..."

i turned around to go back to the store.

THE GUY WAS STANDING RIGHT BEHIND ME.

turns out, he saw i'd left my keys on the counter and decided to follow us out. he kept calling out "miss! miss!" to get my attention, but i couldn't hear him because I WAS YELLING ABOUT HOW HOT HE WAS.

oops :D

Newbie...Introduction and embarrassing moment sigh

snowylandings — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 20:54:47 GMT

I thought that I might pop in and introduce myself after watching for a few days. tjah 's story made me laugh so hard...not at you
hon, but with you (isn't that what they all say when you embarrass yourself?) because it was so much like an incident I suffered
about 2 weeks ago. A little background...I'm old enough to be your most of you guys' mother...so be nice to me, I'm old -.~ and I have MS (easy discription: I have an electrical storm in my brain that short circuits sporadically). One of the things that happens to me is that my brain thinks one thing, but what leaves my mouth can be something totally different that what I intended to say.
Now the incident:

I'm orignally from Texas. In Texas a fizzy beverage is called a 'coke' no matter what.
'Wanna' coke?' 'Sure!'
'What kind?'
'Dr. Pepper'.
Get it? Strange, I know.
Now where I currently live and have been living for far too long the term for carbonated beverages is 'Pop'. So I always seem to have this internal conflict on what to call it....my first instinct being 'Coke' and then trying not to seem like a foreigner in the Northwest and forcing myself to reply 'Pop' in the 'proper' accent.
A couple of weeks ago my husand and I were on our way out of town when he pulled into the local Albertson's parking lot. He had already got out of the car and was on his way toward the the entrance of the store when he called back:
"I'm going to get a RockStar before we get started, what would you like?"
I am on some medication that makes fizzy beverages taste flat & sickenly sweet and as a result, I really don't care for carbonated drinks any longer. He knows this, but is always good enough to ask in the event I'd prefer juice or want to take a chance with carbonation.
In my brain I had that 'pop' or 'coke' decision response and then that MS lightning hit my brain and the mister was now paused halfway across the parking lot looking back at me for my answer.
So I yelled out the window, loud enough for Everyone In the shopping complex to hear:
'You know, I really don't care for cock anymore!'
I just about died and layed down in the seat laughing so hard I was gasping for breath.
So when he got back into the car, I was still in a state of hysteria.
He calmly asked 'What was that all about?...did I do something wrong or what?'
I am seriously refusing to shop in this town now.