Embarrassment
Magnets on the Brain
Jerry and I had played basketball together for years but I'd never met his wife, Christina. They had never met my wife, Paula, either. Paula and I had been driving into town on the country road they live on and had found them taking a walk one morning. We stopped and made introductions. We decided we needed to go out to dinner so we made plans to meet at a restaurant.
By Randy Staab5 years ago in Confessions
The One About Trader Joe's Chili Spiced Dried Mango
DISCLAIMER: I personally have nothing against raisins- in fact I enjoy eating them as a snack. I only used raisins as an example because I know a lot of people don’t like them and I figured it would make it easier for other people to relate to my story. More importantly, I love mango and almost anything that has mango in it, and chili spiced dried mango is one of my favorite things about Trader Joe’s, so I wanted to give a shoutout to TJ for their dried fruit products.
By James Bao5 years ago in Confessions
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!
Dear Diary, It’s me again writing to you late at night under the covers while the radio plays softly in the background. I want to tell you something; I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry. Starting this new school is hard because it’s a prep and I’m not used to so much homework or these high expectations. Anyway, let’s not get into that ‘cause that’s not what I want to talk about. I have a bully. Again, yes, of course. It always happens, there has to be one. Her name is Priscilla, she’s different from the other bully’s. Not as mean and she hasn’t pushed me or anything. Her style mostly involves pranks or just being annoying, but she also has this odd way of being around when something not cool happens to me. I think I have a curse, but I swear it’s true. Last week, she came around the corner at exactly the perfect time to see me pick my nose. I mean come on! Not a coincidence, it’s fate, and I’m cursed. I have tried my best to be nice, but I can’t take it anymore. She has got to be stopped. Tomorrow I will tell her she needs to stop bullying me or else… and by else, I mean… well I haven’t gotten that far but I just might tell on her. Ugh, see you later and wish me good luck!
By Danae Giles5 years ago in Confessions
The Professional Woman
Having a high powered career and a house full of children at the same time is never easy. Having a husband who is always out in the field with the military or collapsed on the couch from exhaustion makes the situation even tenser. The combination of five active children aged 12 and under, a military husband, and a very stressful technical career made my life too busy and complex, and led to a Most Embarrassing Moment.
By Nita Ostroff5 years ago in Confessions
Memory Inventory Specialist
I’m what I like to call, a Memory Inventory Specialist. Picture a neat row of filing cabinets in my brain, each with its own little memory tab that I’ve categorized, alphabetized, colour-coded, the whole nine yards. Keep in mind, I have a knack for compartmentalization, so that’s the easy part; you sort the nostalgia, the romance, the life achievements, it’s all pretty simple. But every job has it’s catch-- its annoying boss, its difficult-to-work-with cubicle neighbor.
By Mina Wiebe5 years ago in Confessions
My Bad, Miguel
I am no stranger to embarrassment. My Sagittarius Sun and Gemini Moon pretty much guarantee that. I’m spontaneous and sarcastic, I’m garrulous, I’m moderate to high level impatient, and I’m very easily distracted. I explore broadly and I speak bluntly. I’m also 6’1” and have poor depth perception. Damn near perfect formula for cringeworthy misunderstandings, faux-pas, and mini-dramas.
By Birdy Rain5 years ago in Confessions
Awkward Moments with the Disabled
One of my favorite sitcoms, The King of Queens, seems to center its humor on social faux pas. There were many times watching that show – such as when Doug and Carrie go to great lengths to make sure they get credit for their donation to the school library – that I wanted to cringe and hide in shame. I did this even though I was not involved in the situation, and the situation was purely fictional.
By Susan Joy Clark5 years ago in Confessions
Basketball MVP
It was a late weekday evening at the gym of a small East Texas middle school where I was attending as a 6th grader. Many adults and children had gathered from in town and out to watch their friends and family members compete against the opposing team in a basketball game, whether it be for the away team or home team. I, of course was on the home team. You see, I wasn’t particularly the MVP of the basketball team of my middle school, or even was on the starting team. I was a backup, and I was a spectator more than a player on gameday.
By PL Bell5 years ago in Confessions
"Twas Ten Days Before Halloween
The 31st, The Big Worldly Festival, was right around the corner, as the saying goes. "It's taking too long the children whined, while they played in the park. They were all so anxious and chatty, that the parents weren't able to keep them indoors today. The anticipation of dressing up in their long-awaited enchanted gowns and their spooky ghoulish costumes, along with the joy of scaring others or to be scared, while searching for doors at sundown, can be exhilarating, I remembered. Then all of a sudden, I too was becoming excited, that the 10 more days seemed like an eternity to me also. How embarrassing, I whispered, to myself.
By Michelle Francois5 years ago in Confessions
Lost & Found
Ah, remember those carefree days of your twenties? The times when hangovers didn’t seem to hurt, all clothes looked good on you and carbs were one’s friends? Perhaps you are still in your twenties, in which case, this story will be shared wisdom from an elder millennial. If you are in the 80’s kids club with me, you know that life happens. Let us be transferred to the beautiful pre-pandemic life, where unsolicited grinding, yelling into people’s faces at a crowded bar and dancing until feet gave in was known as just another Friday night. At the time when all of this happened, I lived in a quaint North London duplex with three roommates. Housemates, as they say in England. We were a fun bunch that occasionally hung out together. It was a cold January weekend in Angel. I had a friend visiting from out of town. A friend who was still undefined as whether they’d turn into a lifelong buddy or someone, I ended up dating. Ted and I had known one another for a while and my roommate Maddie seemed to get along with him just fine. As good youngsters, living their best lives in London would, we decided it was the night we’d hit the local little jazz bar nearby our place. Plan set and in motion, we were strutting towards the watering hole filled with glee.
By Helen Tootsi5 years ago in Confessions
