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Guess That Noise
When I saw this challenge, I got excited. Really excited. Now this is a challenge I stand a chance at winning, I thought. I am a professional at embarrassing moments, putting my foot in my mouth etc. I had so many stories to write about I didn't know which one to start with. What about the time I was wearing high heels and somehow slipped on the sidewalk and slid as if on a snowboard for almost a meter in front of a line-up of people waiting for the bus only to fall over at the beginning of the line with my backpack over my head. What about the time I was doing one of my first flights as a flight attendant ever and forgot that my retractable jumpseat at the front of a very small, yet full of passengers airplane, would retract if I didn't hold it down and I fell back into the airplane door with my feet up in the air as I tried to sit down? Or the other evening when I entered a school PTA Zoom meeting yelling at my kids to stop playing and eat their dinners, forgetting to mute my mic (I left that meeting quick and probably won't be attending the next few).
By Isabelle Dumais5 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Saucy Pants
I walked around the corner surprised to see a table full of my coworkers. It was lunchtime, so the fact that people were gathering wasn’t out of the ordinary, but I’d never seen this many people at the same table before. Then I noticed my boss sitting in the middle of the group.
By Alex Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Colored
I was maybe 19 when it happened. Oh, and the young, African-American woman was so angry she briskly walked away, saying nothing. I really didn't know what I had done, but a kind friend enlightened me: "colored" was an ethnic slur. Colored had such a different meaning to me before this point. Don't give up on me; keep reading.
By Maria Lara Dailey5 years ago in Confessions
Business & Pleasure
Business & Pleasure don’t mix! I knew I was out my comfort zone whenever I walked into the before dinner drinks party. Let me set the scene, so you understand one of the worst nights of my life...well, at least a truly embarrassing, cringe worthy worst night.
By Nicci Forte5 years ago in Confessions
This Is Why You Should Not Take Romantic Movies Seriously
I decided to write this story when I came across some of my old poetry. These poems brought back a myriad of embarrassing memories. I can’t just pick one cringy moment because I cringe at the entire process that led me to adulthood.
By Rebecca Knight5 years ago in Confessions
Hard Choices
“Okay guys, let's get to it! “ I rolled my eyes at my manager's comment. It’s eight in the morning. He needs to find some kind of chill. I was up listening to my friend complain about how hard it was to be single all night and I was exhausted. Like most days here in the office I was ready to go home.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
Honeymoon Blunders
It was supposed to be the perfect vacation. Sunshine, crystal clear ocean, wildlife at every turn and many fun adventures planned. Some of the adventures included a catamaran tour, snorkeling, a volcano tour, a dip in the hot springs and zip lining. There was only one problem. Although my husband at the time was the adventurous type; I was not. Some may call him an adrenaline junkie. I liked to play it safe. But this was a chance for me to broaden my horizons and step out of my comfort zone.
By Kristine Louise5 years ago in Confessions
Tea and Brownies
Refreshments, Madam? Sir? Children? Those of you in between? Everyone needs a good snack, right? What better snack is there than one accompanied by entertainment? My name will forever remain infamous within with my family. Though I would love to say I am embarrassed about some of the past events that occurred, I must say that to me they are now quite old. For fresher ears, however, these short moments are likely funny. So, grab a snack and have some laughs at my expense.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Confessions
The Labyrinth of a Roadside Hotel
I’d never had a Black Manhattan before, in fact, I’d never even heard of a Black Manhattan before that cool August night in the year before the Great Pause. In spite of this lack of familiarity, I’d had an onslaught of the things while sitting alone at a semi-upscale bar to cap off my girlfriend’s business trip before returning to the hotel at the edge of Nashville to polish off what must have been the equivalent of the Federal Reserve in booze that she’d stowed away inside the fridge before she herself returned.
By Shlunka5 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to Myself From Craig City Jail
The Derby Man, fruit stickers on the inside of the bars, The comraderie of the regulars, “kidnapped for a month in Seattle,” Walking around in public with an orange jumpsuit, texting and driving chief of police, Hungry Man, Comfy shitters but don’t flush well, Being given a copy of my “rights” as a mentally ill, The shaking hands of my counselor telling me I will be in jail another night, begging to help me in some way but receiving only my cold indifference and my back as I return to my cell. The telephone stretched taut to barely reach the edge of my cell. Holding the receiver between the bars to tell my wife what to bring to jail. “How long will you be there? Are you scared?” “Naw babe they are real nice, another inmate sent the books he liked to my cell.” AM and PM are useless constructs, what is more important is to figure out how to sleep on a 30" wide mat and not develop sores. Rotate like a properly heated Hot Pocket. Read an entire book in 18 hours. The language of my jail mates makes me rethink foul language except for special occasions. I thought the jailhouse grey paint replaced a previous red but that’s just the rust from the incessant rubbing of a jailbirds leg in his sleep and the scraping of TV Dinner trays through the slot. Where’s my fucking ball and glove like solitary in The Great Escape!? The next celly is a female but she isn’t supposed to ask where her mate is. She asks another “Dispatch” about her girlfriend and gets an earful from the other lady that told her to keep quiet about it. She comes soon enough. They are both young, cute, don’t really look like great dangers to society, but from their conversations the are veterans of misdemeanor though I doubt either are yet 21. “…tampering w/ evidence…” “We’ll leave your UA in the freezer for your parole officer.” My first day the first man gets out. It’s interesting to know the voice before the man. He is a grey-haired black man and small. He croaks when he talks and I want to name him Frog but they call him Frank and he is well-
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
A devastating accident that made me look at chocolate candy differently!
I can’t really pinpoint what triggered this vulgar incident but all I know is that it was supposed to be a joke, and boy this joke ended up making me the “butt” of the joke. I really can’t remember what day it was or what I watched on T.V. that day, but all I know is, it was the day my children gave me a nickname that has been up and stuck with me for about eight years now. I can’t really remember why I was doing the joke in the first place, it started with me pretending to be upset with my children. It was supposed to be funny; we would always play jokes on each other all the time, but I didn’t find this funny at all!
By LaShawn Durrett5 years ago in Confessions
