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[P] Your Most Desperate/Embarassing Hour - Page 6
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ur_sister
United States1 Post
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Bwenjarin Raffrack
United States322 Posts
On May 12 2010 06:25 ur_sister wrote: Look here, youngin. You need to refrain from using that rat poison as a scapegoat! You don't remember it, you don't have repressed anxieties. I'm the one that told you about that incident anyway, crybaby. On a happier note, I liked your story. I can picture it all so clearly. That ball of sunshine with a tinge of senility makes my day! Bonzo love brother. Sis, so many things in my life are your fault, I think I can blame this one on you too. And don't sign up here just because I linked you my story! Thanks for replying, though.  | ||
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qwaykee
Norway268 Posts
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BrownBear
United States6894 Posts
Now, I tend to be a fairly aggressive driver even today, and I was more so back then. I wasn't exactly tailgating the car in front of me, but I was... definitely driving too close, and probably a little too fast (going 35 in a 25 zone). The radio station I was listening to (LIVE 105 holla) went on a commercial break, and because the Prius has a weird touchscreen thing, you kind of have to look at it to change anything, so I take my eyes off the road for a couple seconds to switch stations. I look up and see the brake lights in front of me. Apparently a squirrel or something had ran across the road, and the car infront of me had pulled a hard stop right after I looked down. Having not been paying attention, and having been driving too fast as is, there is literally nothing I can do to stop myself from rear-ending this car. I still react quickly, slamming on the brakes, and managing to slow my car down to about 10 mph or so before it whacks into the other car. I didn't hit hard enough for the airbags to kick in, apparently, but I still get thrown against my seatbelt, giving myself mild whiplash. At this point, I'm thinking "oh shit I just hit someone" but the driver's training is still fresh in my mind, so I know pretty much what I have to do: Get out, apologize, get this person's driver's phone number, license number and insurance information, call my insurance, call my parents and explain that I just trashed the new Prius, get ready for my bank account to take a major hit... the usual. So, I take a deep breath, roll my head around a bit to try and stretch out the whiplash, and open the car door and walk out. As I'm walking to the other car, I look at the damage, and I'm surprised at the fact that her car doesn't even look that bad - the bumper is slightly cracked and has a dent where my car hit it, but that seems to be the only damage. The Prius, on the other hand, has been wrecked to shit. The entire front is pretty much caved in, the license plate has been ripped off, and I actually thought it was totaled. I added "pray to the baby Jesus my parents don't kill me" to my to-do list, and squared my shoulders for meeting the person who's day I had just ruined. I don't think it could have been worse. This girl didn't look much older than me, and she had all the trappings of a spoiled-brat only child - dyed hair, what could possibly have been a boob job, really nice, expensive clothes, nice car, Gucci purse, you get the picture. She's currently sitting there, staring straight ahead, with an expression of pure shock on her face. I tap on the window, she rolls it down and looks at me, and I introduce myself: "Hi, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to rear-end you, I just looked down for a second, are you okay?" She stares at me for a couple seconds, big tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she begins to sob. Loudly. Somewhat theatrically. In the middle of a crowded street. Pedestrians and rubberneckers turn, stare at this, and then start giving me death-glares. I, meanwhile, am just standing here, kind of at a loss for what to do. Keep in mind, here's the tableau that people are seeing: A somewhat sketch-looking skinny, unshaven teenage dude in a hoodie and skinny jeans, having obviously just rear-ended someone, and standing next to that someone (an attractive, innocent-looking teenage girl) as she cries her eyes out. I am pretty sure I am totally the villain in whatever weird story people are thinking of, but I still just stand there. I really wasn't sure what I should do. Then an officer walks up. "Excuse me, ma'am, what exactly has happened here?" I was pretty sure I was completely fucked at that point, but thankfully, the girl just kept sobbing, so I was able to leap in and be like "Officer, I just accidentally rear-ended her, I'm really really sorry, I'm just not sure what to do." He directed us to move our cars to the side of the road (thank god, the Prius started, and was able to move), told us the usual procedure, verified my license and insurance, explained to me that the accident was pretty clearly my fault (which it was), but I wasn't in any legal trouble as long as I went through the whole process and got the insurance companies talking with each other (which made me feel slightly better). He then ensured that my car still worked and could drive normally (thankfully, it could), and then drives off. As he leaves, I turn to the girl to give her my insurance information and to get hers, only to see her holding her phone out to me. She wanted me to explain what had happened. To her dad. The conversation went about as well as you could have expected. Her dad was not happy with me (I trashed his little girl's very nice car, caused her untold amounts of mental trauma, how are reckless people like me allowed on the road, I could have killed someone, this is why teenage boys shouldn't drive, that whole thing). I finally managed to calm him down enough to have him give me his information, the insurance information, his daughter's license number (yeah, she had him handle everything. Like I said, spoiled daddy's-girl), and gave him mine. He told me I would be hearing from his insurance within a couple of days, chewed me out a bit more, then hung up. I then figured that was all I could do, so I apologized to the girl again (she calmed down enough to accept my apology, at least), and was finally able to call my mom, explain to her what had happened, and arrange for someone else to pick up my brothers. Thankfully, she wasn't that upset, and was far more worried about my safety than the new car (I love you, mom ). I then called my insurance company, told them what had happened in detail, they explained to me that they would handle the other insurance company and I shouldn't talk to them, and again told me not to worry, everything would be okay.I took the Prius to the shop the next day. Fortunately, the damage was all to the frame and the body, but unfortunately, that still meant the damage total ran close to 8,000 dollars. My insurance would cover most of it, but I was still out a 750$ deductible, which stung. But it wasn't over yet. I got a call the day after taking the Prius in, but not from the girl's insurance company. From a lawyer. According to him, I was going to be charged about 3,000 dollars to fix her car. Despite doing almost no damage to it, apparently repairs were still going to cost a ridiculous amount. But, I said, my insurance will cover it, so why are you calling me to tell me this? Because, he said, that's not all. My client is seeking compensation for damages to her person. Yep. I got fucking sued for soft-tissue damages. For rear-ending someone, in a german-made car, with her seatbelt on, at under 10 mph. Fucking brilliant >< The conclusion to the story: I still don't know what happened with the lawsuit. The insurance companies stepped in again, and handled the whole thing, and then didn't tell me what the outcome was, so I don't know. My monthly charges skyrocketed, sadly, which left me kind of broke for a while, but that's the price I have to pay. All I know is, since then I have not taken my eyes off the road when driving, for even half a second. Definitely the worst day of my life, as well as the most embarassing. | ||
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AshamedDougal
Australia7 Posts
I was at my girlfriend's (now ex's) house for her birthday. it was just me and one of her good friends over for a quiet relaxing day at her beach house. Spending all day at the beach had put any social awkwardness at ease between the whole tag along friend thing and i was completely relaxed and comfortable. upon returning to her house we decided to watch a bad movie and rug up as a trio with a big blanket (me in the middle). minutes into the movie my gf slides her hand ito mine and we are both satisfied by this physical contact. after around 15 minutes into the movie her friend gets the same idea and attempts to fraternise with my other hand. I freak out inside whilst presenting a calm exterior and in my panic of avoiding possible embarrasment i conclude the only solution is to grab her hand!!! So know im in a pickle, we are all under a blanket and my hands are having a threesome... i decide well as long as they dont find out im safe and we can watch this movie. well my gf becomes overtly bored of my hand and decides she wants to play some ping pong with my metaphorical pingpongs. being socially inept i condone this friendly match. Right on queue the other girl decides she wants to play the wimbledon cup as well. so now im smacking my gfs hand away whilst the other plays a bit of curve ball. this back and forth goes for quite a while to some succes. I have still managed to dupe them from each others advances.... but it was not to last. I was moderately impressed with my covert juggling until one of them did not wait there turn and shot back to my manly region. their hands touch and immediate confusion before realisation ensues. i wont go into details about being bashed to death and kicked out, but i will conclude that it was an extremely embarrassing moment for myself. | ||
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haduken
Australia8267 Posts
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Rekrul
Korea (South)17174 Posts
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pyrogenetix
China5098 Posts
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
On May 12 2010 11:11 AshamedDougal wrote: I have a most terribly awkward experience to share..... I was at my girlfriend's (now ex's) house for her birthday. it was just me and one of her good friends over for a quiet relaxing day at her beach house. Spending all day at the beach had put any social awkwardness at ease between the whole tag along friend thing and i was completely relaxed and comfortable. upon returning to her house we decided to watch a bad movie and rug up as a trio with a big blanket (me in the middle). minutes into the movie my gf slides her hand ito mine and we are both satisfied by this physical contact. after around 15 minutes into the movie her friend gets the same idea and attempts to fraternise with my other hand. I freak out inside whilst presenting a calm exterior and in my panic of avoiding possible embarrasment i conclude the only solution is to grab her hand!!! So know im in a pickle, we are all under a blanket and my hands are having a threesome... i decide well as long as they dont find out im safe and we can watch this movie. well my gf becomes overtly bored of my hand and decides she wants to play some ping pong with my metaphorical pingpongs. being socially inept i condone this friendly match. Right on queue the other girl decides she wants to play the wimbledon cup as well. so now im smacking my gfs hand away whilst the other plays a bit of curve ball. this back and forth goes for quite a while to some succes. I have still managed to dupe them from each others advances.... but it was not to last. I was moderately impressed with my covert juggling until one of them did not wait there turn and shot back to my manly region. their hands touch and immediate confusion before realisation ensues. i wont go into details about being bashed to death and kicked out, but i will conclude that it was an extremely embarrassing moment for myself. Is that why she's now your ex? | ||
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Crimson
United States311 Posts
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TheMute
United States458 Posts
15-30 minutes later it started to smell... real bad... My classmates were complaining so much, coming up with so many theorys, thinking it was the room, something was above the ceiling, maybe it's coming from outside so let's close the windows! The teacher even brought in our dean to smell it and ask for a room change. I finally asked to go to the bathroom to clean myself and throw away my boxer-briefs. When I got back to the room, people calmed down, saying the smell went away. But sure enough 15-30 min later, that great shit smell came back and me and my classmates had to endure it for the remainder of the test. The worst part though, was after the test, when everyone was talking about the test outside and waiting for their parents to pick them up, a girl I had a major crush on started talking to me and invited me to hang out with her and her friends in downtown. But I smelled like shit and reluctantly declined. F. M. L. | ||
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
On May 13 2010 05:03 TheMute wrote: Junior year of high school when I took the PSAT... I was at home, just finished my eggs and bacon breakfast, and I felt a poo coming along. So I sit on the toilet to take a dump but nothing comes out, and before I know, I have to leave for school or else I'd be late for the test. Well, sure enough, half way through the test, I needed to take a shit. I don't recall why but I didn't ask to go to the bathroom, maybe because we just started a section of the test and going to the bathroom would waste time and I wouldn't be able to finish the section, cuz you know, good scores are EVERYTHING. Well I couldn't hold it and yup, I shit myself. 15-30 minutes later it started to smell... real bad... My classmates were complaining so much, coming up with so many theorys, thinking it was the room, something was above the ceiling, maybe it's coming from outside so let's close the windows! The teacher even brought in our dean to smell it and ask for a room change. I finally asked to go to the bathroom to clean myself and throw away my boxer-briefs. When I got back to the room, people calmed down, saying the smell went away. But sure enough 15-30 min later, that great shit smell came back and me and my classmates had to endure it for the remainder of the test. The worst part though, was after the test, when everyone was talking about the test outside and waiting for their parents to pick them up, a girl I had a major crush on started talking to me and invited me to hang out with her and her friends in downtown. But I smelled like shit and reluctantly declined. F. M. L. These are getting better and better. This thread is aging like wine IMO | ||
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Zealotdriver
United States1557 Posts
The school had co-ed bathrooms and two girls heard me crying and opened up the stall door. Oh the shame. They called the teacher who gave me a spare set of shorts and I could recover a little bit of dignity. I had to return the shorts a week later. | ||
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