By Request…What’s your most embarrassing moment?

November 20, 2008 - 1:56 pm Sannah - Hi Noemi, I have to share my embarassing story with you...I was once trying on fancy dresses at Macy's with a girlfriend and tried on a real slinky purple velvet number. It looked great and fit perfectly, but as we were just having fun and I really didn't need a dress, I decided to go change back into my regular clothes. I couldn't get the zipper downon the dress, so I yell to my friend to come over and help. She can't get the zipper down either. I wiggle enough to get one arm out the top but by now am completely, hopelessly stuck. After my friend stopped laughing she went to find a store employee. Of course the employee also can't release me from the dress and decides that she'll have to go get the manager. By now quite a small crowd has gathered in the dressing room area to see the girl stuck in the dress. Eventually the manager comes and takes stock of the situation and mutters something about "poor quality these days" and whips out a pair of scissors and cuts right down the front of the dress leaving me standing there in bra and underwear in front of 20 onlookers! What a day. Thankfully I didn't have to buy that dress!

November 20, 2008 - 2:44 pm Cate - My most embarrassing moments have two common themes: they all happened at Nordstrom, and they all involved my butt. Years ago, I went to the restroom at the store and after I finished I used the drinking fountain. As I bent over to take a drink, I heard laughter behind me. Thinking the guy must be a goofball, I walked across the store, oblivious to the fact that I had tucked my skirt into my hosiery, and had just given everyone a wonderful view of my rear. Thank goodness it was my 18 year old rear, and not my 30 year old one! On another memorable occasion, my zipper broke as I got out of my chair. Before I knew it my skirt was down around my ankles. Once again my lower half was on display for all to see. My last story of exhibitionism happened when I was pregnant with my daughter. Maternity wear is the bane of my existence, and I'm constantly pulling at my pants to keep them up. You can see where this is heading... my pants got caught on something and slipped down. I quickly pulled them up, but not before a large portion of my bottom was exposed, and not before an elderly woman scolded me loudly for my immodesty (as if I wanted to show off my pregnant butt to all the Nordstrom shoppers). It's been awhile since my last pant dropping experience, and hopefully I'm done with that phase. Frankly, I'm surprised Nordstrom still lets me through their doors!

November 20, 2008 - 2:46 pm Matt Hedrick - Since I was the one with the idea, I guess I will get the ball rolling. I was in college at Bethany, sitting in the chapel by myself when a girl named Tanya came in and sat down. We had had a couple of awkward exchanges before (my second most embarrassing moment was with her as well) and I thought it time to turn a new leaf, get over our awkwardness, and build a friendship. And she was sort of cute too. So with just the two of us in the chapel, I got up and went to go sit in the row in front of her. We were having a nice conversation and things really seemed to be looking up. So I decided to get up and sit next to her. There were pews in this chapel. So being a young athletic man, rather than going around the pew to get in her row, I simply decided to put on hand on the back of the pew and kick my legs over. I would jump over the pew and sit in the row that she was in. So with one hand on the pew, I kick my leg over and - lo and behold - my hand slips off the back of the pew as my body is parallel to the ground. I completely fall on her lap - the most ungracious thing you have ever seen in your life. She screeches - and what had simply been awkward could have ended in a restraining order. She was tramautized and didn't look at me for the rest of the year. So Vicki - I know several of yours. Which one are you going to pick????

November 20, 2008 - 9:12 pm Rachel G. - Post-childbirth and post-40 people will understand the "humiliation of the flesh" (a favorite phrase of our dad's) that accompanies certain stages of life. I recently (within the last couple of years) laughed loudly - which caused me to toot equally loudly - in front of my boys. Will they let me live it down? Never! The giggling went on for hours. And I now dread the words, "Do you remember that time you laughed and...?"