I loved Sean Kennedy's comment on the experience he had with a ripped set of tuxedo pants, and I found myself thinking that if there's one thing almost all of us have in common, it's probably embarrassing social circumstances.
I'm hopeful that all of them are far enough in the past to laugh at.
So step up, share your most embarrassing in a humorous way movements.
I'll go first.
It was the fall of 1969 and I was at a fraternity party at George Washington University, the second of my four stops on my 14-year quest to finish college. It was a rush party, and I was with a girl I had met at a mixer the week before.
She knew some of the guys in the house, and she was partaking heavily of the "purple Jesus" punch. Ah, those were the days. We were on the dance floor, her dancing somewhat groggily, when all of a sudden she slipped on a wet spot on the floor and fell flat on her face.
I was horrified for her and reached down to help her up. I didn't think it would be a big deal -- people slip all the time -- but I was surprised to find that she had passed out. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but most everyone was looking the other way.
By now she was snoring softly.
I finally managed to awaken her and get her over to one of the couches.
The funny part of the story actually didn't happen. A few days later, I was telling my best friend Mick about what had happened. He asked me if anyone had noticed and if it had caused any problems.
I said no and he told me what I should have done.
If a guy came up and asked, "Is that your date on the floor?," he said my response should have been this:
"Nope. My date's in the ladies' room."
-- or --
"Nope. I don't like girls."