Have you ever made a goose of yourself?
Come one out with it!
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Have you ever made a goose of yourself?
Come one out with it!
No, never...
:)
Come on Silent........... give us a gander at your goose!
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Originally Posted by Linden Hardy
Whay, after you kind sir:p ......
I help the kids do readers and maths at my sons school and if you ask him I make a goose of myself everyday.
True humiliation has only come my way but once. I was working at a restaurant on a casual basis, got a late call up one night and turned up at 6.30pm went to put on my apron (not supplied) but could not find the apron strings. It seems that in my haste to get to work quickly I had grabbed a pillow case inadvertantly. At the work X-mas party I was the source of much goading when my wife pipes up and tells them that when I really dress up I use a doona cover.
Only once I tell you only once!
Pete
Most embarrassing moment .... may be about now when I have a dummy spit about these never ending...whats your worst... whats your best...if you had three wishes type threads.
They are fun every now and then but...........
So many.... so, so many... and you expect me to pick one? :rolleyes:
Fell off my police bike at Summernats........:cool:
As a kid I played rugby.When I was about 15 our team got a new player at the start of the season, a Japanese/Australian He was a friendly kid and handy on the field so he soon made friends.
Not long into the season his family came to watch him play. We discovered he had a sister a year younger than him. She was absolutely gorgeous, just the prettiest girl I had ever seen. All the guys were smitten. I was smitten worst of all. It was the full catastrophe...it was LURV! I was consumed Our new teammate went from being fairly popular to really really popular. We were all trying for the opportunity to meet his lovely sister again. I was the most shameless suckhole of all. I didn't care...she was my Dream Girl, the great love of my short life.
The shameless crawling and sucking up paid off. He asked me and a couple of the other guys if we would like to come over for lunch with his family the following week. Did we what! I was in heaven. I was going to see The Girl again! She would be dazzled by my wit, impressed by my charm...it would be the greatest romance of all time. Thank you God, thank you! Life was wonderful!
Then I got a cold. Not just any cold either. The kind of cold that clogs your nose with gunk and makes you wish to die. I cared not...I was going to see The Girl again and nothing was going to stop me.
It was Destiny.
So we went to his place for lunch and he introduced us to his sister. She smiled at me, and the gates of heaven opened and angels began to sing. My nose was all clogged up but it mattered not. She SMILED at ME! Oh thank you Lord, thank you!
We sat down to lunch. It was cold sliced meat and salad. I tried to catch her eye and ...she smiled AGAIN. Paradise!
Unfortunately the merry old prankster upstairs decided to play a little trick on me. I sneezed. A large blob of vile green gunk flew out of my nose and landed on my plate. Right on a piece of lettuce actually.
I wasn't game to lift my eyes from the plate. I sat there in total stunned horror, staring at the offending blob which had dashed all my youthful hopes and dreams. RUINED! DESTROYED!
Then, with the quick-wittedness for which I have since become famous, a thought occurred to me. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe noone had seen it. Maybe I could get away with it. After all...the vile substance had come out of me...so it couldn't do much harm if it went back into me. No sacrifice was too great, no cross to heavy to bear...she was The GIRL!.
I used my fork to roll the lettuce leaf around the disgusting mess and stuffed it into my mouth, praying that nobody had noticed.I gulped it down, fighting the urge to retch all the while.
I did it! I got away with it !
Or...did I? Were his family just too polite to say anything? Or were they just too stunned with shock to say anything?
Oh God.
It was a very subdued young Steve for the rest of the meal. Had they seen it...or not?
I never went back. I never saw THE GIRL again, except from a distance...an unbridgeable chasm. At the age of 15...I was a broken man.
I still think of her, usually after waking in the darkest hours bathed in a cold sweat...and I wonder. Nearly 40 years later...I still wonder.
Did I ruin the greatest romance of my life, and do they still, after all these years, put all their friends into gales of hysterical laughter when they recount the tale of...'The weird kid who ate his own snot"
Or did I get away with it after all?