Because I haven't done anything like this in a while:

[tim]

What was the most embarassing thing that's ever happened to you (or if you can't think of the *most* embarrassing thing, then *some* embarrassing thing?)

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[(Anonymous)]

I have so many embarrassing moments to choose from, and I have a feeling selective memory is protecting me from the worst of them.

Some years ago I emailed a woman who I was getting to know about the prospects of getting into a hot tub with her; it seemed fairly likely at the time, and apt to be a lot of fun when it happened. Unfortunately I was not careful about the "To:" field, and my email went to an entire listserv. God, that was painful. I was a full-bore sysadmin at the time; I couldn't plead ignorance.

I apologized to the lady in question, who never did get into a hot tub -- or anything else -- with me, and set up a cron job to email me once a week for the next six months and bitch me out.

[fakemeat-pony.livejournal.com]

I'd hit it.

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

Well, there was the time I got kicked off the MIT campus for having been logged onto root for like, 24 hrs...

Or the time I was playing tag, and running, looking over my shoulder... I looked back and ran /right/ into a tree. Ow.

[waxesglad.livejournal.com]

I will own this.

I let out a maaaaassive fart in the middle of math class in 5th grade. Even the teacher looked at me.

[corivax.livejournal.com]

When I was in Junior High my Dad dragged me on a 10k run that was some kind of Prisoner of War fundraiser, I guess? I was not *nearly* in good enough shape to do it - in retrospect I'm sure my thyroid issues had started, but not been diagnosed yet.

Anyway, so I was the dead last runner and fell over and begged to stop and cried a lot, and my dad would just grab my arm and drag me forward. And when we got near the finish line these six marines carrying huge flags that said "PRISONER OF WAR - BRING THEM ALL HOME" came out and surrounded me and walked very slowly across the finish line, and there were all these people applauding and I was all sniffly from crying and bruised from falling and everyone was looking at me and I prayed for death right there.

You can unscreen this if you like. I don't think I'll ever feel that embarrassed again, but actually starting thyroid meds returned to me the ability to run and move like a real person, so I feel a lot better about the whole thing these days. :)