Your most ridiculous moment

[SimonDoom]

What's your most ridiculous moment -- an episode you experienced where you felt completely ridiculous?

I've got a few candidates for this, but I think number 1 might be when I was Santa Claus at a pet store. I was in my mid-30s at the time and skinny, so I looked ridiculous in the ill-fitting Santa suit and white fake beard. People brought their dogs into the store and put them on my lap so they could take pictures while I asked the dogs what they wanted for Christmas.

Thank goodness, none of the dogs peed on me.

 

[KeithD]

Maybe when I was sent backstage in Bangkok during a New York Philharmonic concert that wasn't getting started because the conductor, Zubin Mehta, wasn't coming out on stage to get the concert going. He told me he was waiting for the crown prince (now king) to enter the hall--that he, Mehta, was always the last one to enter the hall. This is Thailand, I said. Whatever ranking member of the royal family attending the program is the last one to enter the hall and that the crown prince was getting impatient. In about ten minutes, the crown prince would leave, and they'd turn the lights out in the hall--concert over. So, he went out on stage--before the crown prince entered. But then the second most ridiculous moment came at the intermission of that very same concert. The crown prince was in a room with designated people meeting him. Zubin Mehta was one of the designated people. He didn't show. He always had to compose himself for the second half, he said--in isolation--when I was sent to fetch him (I was one of the official hosts of the orchestra's visit to Thailand). Once more, I had to explain to him how it worked in Thailand. If designated people don't show up to be received during intermission, I said, the crown prince would go home and they'll turn the lights out in the hall. I added that the crown prince wasn't really that much of a classical music fan. Mehta showed up then and was charming. He didn't appear to me to be a fast learner, though. Yes, we'd told him before the concert that Thailand takes its royalty very, very seriously, and that Mehta was not royalty there.

 

[Bamagan]

Probably any one of the dozens of times I have tried to do educational programming aimed at younger children... grade school age mostly, say up to about twelve years. I hate trying to talk down to them in what seems to be the approved fashion, and reactions from other adults if I try to talk to the kids like they're short adults is usually not positive either.

But none of them peed on me, at least.

 

[MajorRewrite]

I commented on two threads in the Politics forum today. Ain’t nothing more ridiculous than that.

Arguing about politics on a fucking erotic stories site. I must be going mad.

Thank goodness none of them peed on me.

 

[Smuttyandfun]

Years ago I had a group of friends I hung out with. One girl broke up with her boyfriend that no one liked. He was awful to her, always cheating and lying and stealing her money and taking her car without asking.

We were out at a little pizza place and we had had quite a few drinks, especially her, trying to drown her sorrows. She had always had a fiery temper and she decided she wanted revenge, because she had caught him cheating again, which was why they'd broken up. In her inebriated state she thought the perfect solution would be to run him down with her car. I said, "You can't do that, you'll go to jail. Unless --."

"Unless what?" everyone asked.

"Unless you put the keys in his pocket after you do it, and make it look like suicide." All of us started laughing so hard, because it was such a ridiculous idea, though thankfully it had her forgetting about wanting to kill him.

The other people in the restaurant asked what was so funny, as my drunk friend tried to explain, everyone else started laughing hysterically, even the owner had tears running down his face, because she sounded so crazy. A few of the women were laughing so hard they were tripping over each other trying to get to the bathroom.

And I think a few of them might have peed.

 

[Rob_Royale]

If by ridiculous you mean a complete dumb ass, then ...

I was leaned over doing something in the fridge. My wife steps up behind me. "Don't stand up. I'm opening the freezer," she says to me. I heard her, acknowledged her and then stood up into the closing freezer door. Sliced my forehead pretty good. Standing there bleeding, humiliated and my wife is doing her damndest to not bust out laughing. Eventually she failed. Laughed until she couldn't breathe.

 

[CyranoJ]

Heavy metal karaoke at a place (now defunct) called the Night Gallery.

My friends and I were pretty wild at that time in our lives and we had "pre-gamed" before going to the club. I was looking forward to belting out "Paradise City" and just having a good time. My brother and sister were there (as it turns out, luckily for me). There was also a cute girl in attendance who I was looking to romance.

When we got there, we discovered the karaoke machine was broken, so it was going to be "karaoke roulette." For reasons I cannot now recollect, I was unreasonably upset by this and proceeded to get roaring drunk on triple rye-and-gingers, my drink of choice at the time. Why the bar staff agreed to serve me triples I will also never know. But it did lead to a scene that's only funny in retrospect b/c I didn't do myself more serious injury.

At one point, deep in my cups, I decided to crash the stage. Goddammit, I was going to sing my song. Without regard to the actual track playing, I snatched the mic from the DJ, made it through about half a verse of "Paradise City," took a wrong step and pitched face-first off the stage into the crowd.

At first I didn't know what was happening. One thing I will say: the metal scene at that time had a lot of beautiful souls in it. They helped me up, protected me, I heard one dude shouting "Give him air! Give him air!"

Then I was face to face with Cute Girl, trying to play it cool and unaware at first that my right eyebrow was spurting blood. Like, in a pretty serious way. She played it cool too (she was and is a very cool person, we weren't a romantic match but we're friends to this day) and gestured at someone to help me. That was my bro, who took me to a nearby clinic. Twelve stitches, all on account of my love for a Guns 'n Roses song.

We laugh about it now, but I'm always aware that the story could have gone a very different way. I was incredibly lucky in so many ways during those days when I was routinely engaged in dangerous, drunken antics. That was definitely a standout as a ridiculous moment.

 

[onehitwanda]

Years ago I had a group of friends I hung out with. One girl broke up with her boyfriend that no one liked. He was awful to her, always cheating and lying and stealing her money and taking her car without asking.

We were out at a little pizza place and we had had quite a few drinks, especially her, trying to drown her sorrows. She had always had a fiery temper and she decided she wanted revenge, because she had caught him cheating again, which was why they'd broken up. In her inebriated state she thought the perfect solution would be to run him down with her car. I said, "You can't do that, you'll go to jail. Unless --."

"Unless what?" everyone asked.

"Unless you put the keys in his pocket after you do it, and make it look like suicide." All of us started laughing so hard, because it was such a ridiculous idea, though thankfully it had her forgetting about wanting to kill him.

The other people in the restaurant asked what was so funny, as my drunk friend tried to explain, everyone else started laughing hysterically, even the owner had tears running down his face, because she sounded so crazy. A few of the women were laughing so hard they were tripping over each other trying to get to the bathroom.

And I think a few of them might have peed.

I want to tell you how much I love you.

ETA: Mine was back in school. Our school used to do an annual event called Big Walk - we'd get into busses and be driven about twenty miles out into the bush (Aussies will be able to picture this I reckon) and dropped off. We'd then walk for five to six hours (with an appropriate number of adults accompanying us), make camp and camp fires, cook supper, sing kum-ba-yah and other nonsense, sleep, and walk back the next day. Pretty chaotic with 60+ girls, some of whom hadn't ever visited the countryside outside a five-series BMW...

Anyway, this is all scene setting.

So - Standard nine rolls around (that's year... 10 I guess for the Brits, no fucking idea what it is for you Americans. Second last year of high school. We've got an exam in the morning, then once we're done we're piling into the busses and heading out to some girl's dad's farm so we can do Big Walk in a moderately controlled environment. So there I am, in my bright scarlet walking jacket and my fucked-up walking trousers because it's FUCKING BIG WALK right? We're going to be walking, right?)

Nobody told me (and I didn't check to find out) that Big Walk is in school sports kit so that they can identify us girls from any other randos if we get lost.

Picture the scene, the jeering, the LAUGHTER as I get to do the walk of shame down the ENTIRE FUCKING EXAM HALL IN MY BRIGHT RED FUCKING JACKET AND FUCKED UP PANTS.

I've been more embarrassed since. But for many years this was my high water mark.

Fuck me, I'm blushing just remembering it.

 

[SimonDoom]

I commented on two threads in the Politics forum today. Ain’t nothing more ridiculous than that.

Arguing about politics on a fucking erotic stories site. I must be going mad.

Thank goodness none of them peed on me.

This is so true. I try to stay away. Every once in a while I break my vow and wade into the waters there, and without exception it's just a pointless clusterfuck.

The idea of going to an erotic story site to get involved in political discussions is nuts, but I'm glad the forum is there because it's a safety valve that keeps a lot of that crap off this forum.

Whenever I'm done with a thread there I feel like Michael Corleone in Godfather 3 when he says, "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!"

 

[ChloeTzang]

What's your most ridiculous moment -- an episode you experienced where you felt completely ridiculous?

I have a few, but the one that made me feel completely ridiculous to this day is my first skiing weekend. Never been interested in skiing, but when I was at Uni, one of my friends coaxed me into a ski trip for a long weekend, and after 2 days of lessons and beginner runs, at the start of the 3rd day, I felt kind of confident enough to jump on one of the chair lifts and do one of the dead easy runs. So on the chairlift I go, in a 3 seat chair, and I am the lucky girl in the middle, with complete strangers on either side. Thank goodness. The guy on one side is very helpful and friendly and we chat all the way up.....take note of this friendly dude....

We arrive at the top, the other two ease off the chair with the grace of experts. Simultaneously, Chloe propels herself desperately off the chair, having never been on a chair before and with no idea how to do it, sweeps the legs and skis out from under the two on either side of me, sending them crashing to the snow but somehow leaving me on my feet. Screams, yells, abuse! Chairlift operator hits the emergency stop. Chloe takes one look, and, eternally grateful for my fluffy balaclava and ski goggles masking my identity, and my totally nondescript ski jacket and trousers borrowed from a friend, along with rented and very boring-looking skis, making me completely unidentifiable, takes off like a jack-rabbit on steroids leaving chaos and destruction in my wake. Fortunately, none of my friends were in sight.

Next day, with the confidence born of an entire day on easy slopes, I went for a medium with the encouragement of these assholes who said they were my friends. LOL. I screamed most of the way down in sheer terror, border line out of control, precipices to the left (okay, a little gulley but it seemed much much bigger), little kids zooming around me like the vultures they are, my friends keeping me calm and poised (not) until we came to a horrible horrible cliff (reality = steep snow bank) with a little trail cutting down into a small valley below. High speed snow-plow time, and down I go, all the way to the bottom, where there is a bump. I hit the bump. I lose it. I go airborne, somehow I flip in mid-air and land on my back, the backs of my skis firmly planted in the snow and my legs doing a V up in the air. The guy right behind me, not expecting anything quite so incompetent, tries to avoid me, crashes and does a face plant, right where you might want a guy to face plant but NOT in the middle of a ski field in front of thousands.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he says. It's the guy I took out on the chairlift the day before.

It was about 5 minutes before I could stop laughing long enough to make it to my feet. With help.

 

[onehitwanda]

I have a few, but the one that made me feel completely ridiculous to this day is my first skiing weekend. Never been interested in skiing, but when I was at Uni, one of my friends coaxed me into a ski trip for a long weekend, and after 2 days of lessons and beginner runs, at the start of the 3rd day, I felt kind of confident enough to jump on one of the chair lifts and do one of the dead easy runs. So on the chairlift I go, in a 3 seat chair, and I am the lucky girl in the middle, with complete strangers on either side. Thank goodness. The guy on one side is very helpful and friendly and we chat all the way up.....take note of this friendly dude....

We arrive at the top, the other two ease off the chair with the grace of experts. Simultaneously, Chloe propels herself desperately off the chair, having never been on a chair before and with no idea how to do it, sweeps the legs and skis out from under the two on either side of me, sending them crashing to the snow but somehow leaving me on my feet. Screams, yells, abuse! Chairlift operator hits the emergency stop. Chloe takes one look, and, eternally grateful for my fluffy balaclava and ski goggles masking my identity, and my totally nondescript ski jacket and trousers borrowed from a friend, along with rented and very boring-looking skis, making me completely unidentifiable, takes off like a jack-rabbit on steroids leaving chaos and destruction in my wake. Fortunately, none of my friends were in sight.

Next day, with the confidence born of an entire day on easy slopes, I went for a medium with the encouragement of these assholes who said they were my friends. LOL. I screamed most of the way down in sheer terror, border line out of control, precipices to the left (okay, a little gulley but it seemed much much bigger), little kids zooming around me like the vultures they are, my friends keeping me calm and poised (not) until we came to a horrible horrible cliff (reality = steep snow bank) with a little trail cutting down into a small valley below. High speed snow-plow time, and down I go, all the way to the bottom, where there is a bump. I hit the bump. I lose it. I go airborne, somehow I flip in mid-air and land on my back, the backs of my skis firmly planted in the snow and my legs doing a V up in the air. The guy right behind me, not expecting anything quite so incompetent, tries to avoid me, crashes and does a face plant, right where you might want a guy to face plant but NOT in the middle of a ski field in front of thousands.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he says. It's the guy I took out on the chairlift the day before.

It was about 5 minutes before I could stop laughing long enough to make it to my feet. With help.

oh god.

I cringed with second hand embarrassment. My first time skiing was bad but not Hallmark bad like this.

 

[Kumquatqueen]

One time I was working on a building site. Some kids had broken into the building over the weekend, so we wanted to put a square of plywood, about four feet on each side, over the high hole where they'd got in. Only we also needed the external hose of a space heater to go out there. No problem, said some guy, and made a hole about 18in diameter in the middle of this square.

Argument broke out as to whether the kids couldn't just push the tube back and climb through the hole. A guy I had a crush on said no-one could get through that hole.

I said I could get through that hole. Obviously he said prove it, so younger skinny me confidently put my arms above my head, and got this rather heavy piece of board down to my waist.

At which point it became clear that I probably could get through the hole, but only if someone took my jeans and belt with shedloads of tools off. And I was totally helpless, because there was no way I could lift the thing high enough to get it off. And the entire crew couldn't stop laughing.

Then some of them had the bright idea that the guy I liked should be the lucky one to take my lower clothes off. Luckily he didn't think that was the best idea, though I had to gut-barge other guys with the edge of the wood before they could give it a go.

After about an hour of me standing around with this wood round my waist like a terrible Regency crinoline or some fiendish anti-masturbation device, I had a circular saw set up and was about to saw my way out, (crew arguing about how bad an idea this was) when our boss came by, went 'ffs' and insisted the team simply lift the board back over my head. None of us had thought of that...

 

[SimonDoom]

I have a few, but the one that made me feel completely ridiculous to this day is my first skiing weekend. Never been interested in skiing, but when I was at Uni, one of my friends coaxed me into a ski trip for a long weekend, and after 2 days of lessons and beginner runs, at the start of the 3rd day, I felt kind of confident enough to jump on one of the chair lifts and do one of the dead easy runs. So on the chairlift I go, in a 3 seat chair, and I am the lucky girl in the middle, with complete strangers on either side. Thank goodness. The guy on one side is very helpful and friendly and we chat all the way up.....take note of this friendly dude....

We arrive at the top, the other two ease off the chair with the grace of experts. Simultaneously, Chloe propels herself desperately off the chair, having never been on a chair before and with no idea how to do it, sweeps the legs and skis out from under the two on either side of me, sending them crashing to the snow but somehow leaving me on my feet. Screams, yells, abuse! Chairlift operator hits the emergency stop. Chloe takes one look, and, eternally grateful for my fluffy balaclava and ski goggles masking my identity, and my totally nondescript ski jacket and trousers borrowed from a friend, along with rented and very boring-looking skis, making me completely unidentifiable, takes off like a jack-rabbit on steroids leaving chaos and destruction in my wake. Fortunately, none of my friends were in sight.

Next day, with the confidence born of an entire day on easy slopes, I went for a medium with the encouragement of these assholes who said they were my friends. LOL. I screamed most of the way down in sheer terror, border line out of control, precipices to the left (okay, a little gulley but it seemed much much bigger), little kids zooming around me like the vultures they are, my friends keeping me calm and poised (not) until we came to a horrible horrible cliff (reality = steep snow bank) with a little trail cutting down into a small valley below. High speed snow-plow time, and down I go, all the way to the bottom, where there is a bump. I hit the bump. I lose it. I go airborne, somehow I flip in mid-air and land on my back, the backs of my skis firmly planted in the snow and my legs doing a V up in the air. The guy right behind me, not expecting anything quite so incompetent, tries to avoid me, crashes and does a face plant, right where you might want a guy to face plant but NOT in the middle of a ski field in front of thousands.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he says. It's the guy I took out on the chairlift the day before.

It was about 5 minutes before I could stop laughing long enough to make it to my feet. With help.

Great story. Skiing offers so many opportunities for embarrassment, especially when one starts. Fortunately, I learned when I was a little kid.

I tried learning snowboarding as an adult and it went sufficiently badly that I never did it again after one try. My tailbone has never hurt so much as after that day of constantly falling backward on my kiester.

Skiing is great if you're a sadist, too. Just take your beginning skiier-level partner up to the slopes and assure them that you'll give them a few pointers and they'll figure it out with no problem. A good way to test a relationship.

 

[MillieDynamite]

A few years ago, Jo and I went to a Halloween party. We had on makeup and costumes based on The Walking Dead zombies. It wasn't a costume party. Who the fuck throws a Halloween party, and no one shows up in makeup and costumes? Well, a very straight-laced couple we know, that's who. Apparently, everyone but us realized these people were right-wing religious nuts and were throwing an Anti-Halloween party. We left pretty early.

 

[yowser]

Next to last year in high school, I am center midfield on the lacrosse team. The start of the second half of a tight game.

I win the face-off (not a common occurrence) take off with the ball towards the goal, crowds are yelling, my teammates are yelling, glory is mine. I get within range, launch the most beautiful shot I ever got off in my life. Goalie is helpless to defend at point blank range. Goal!

The fact that we changed sides of the field at half had escaped me. I had shot on my own team's goal. The fans were yelling 'No! No!' not 'Go! Go!'

Ears burning, I run to the sideline. 'Take me out coach.'

'No you yutz,' he swats me and pushes me back on the field 'get back in there, and score a proper goal next time.'

 

[Smuttyandfun]

Years ago I had a group of friends I hung out with. One girl broke up with her boyfriend that no one liked. He was awful to her, always cheating and lying and stealing her money and taking her car without asking.

We were out at a little pizza place and we had had quite a few drinks, especially her, trying to drown her sorrows. She had always had a fiery temper and she decided she wanted revenge, because she had caught him cheating again, which was why they'd broken up. In her inebriated state she thought the perfect solution would be to run him down with her car. I said, "You can't do that, you'll go to jail. Unless --."

"Unless what?" everyone asked.

"Unless you put the keys in his pocket after you do it, and make it look like suicide." All of us started laughing so hard, because it was such a ridiculous idea, though thankfully it had her forgetting about wanting to kill him.

The other people in the restaurant asked what was so funny, as my drunk friend tried to explain, everyone else started laughing hysterically, even the owner had tears running down his face, because she sounded so crazy. A few of the women were laughing so hard they were tripping over each other trying to get to the bathroom.

And I think a few of them might have peed.

I could probably write a book about this friend.

Before she had broken up with her peach of a boyfriend, a bunch of us we were going out clubbing and she asked him to come along. He claimed he was broke, like he always did, though he had a pretty good job. Since she knew he wanted her to pay for his night out, so she told him, "Fine, stay home, then."

We had a good time, but I didn't drink, knowing that she was upset and drinking a lot, I thought I'd better not, so I could make sure she got home okay.

Just up the road, on our way back home, she asked me to pull over at a hotel so she could use their washroom. And who did she in the coffee shop with a hot blonde, but her boyfriend. She confronted him, got right in his face and asked if he was broke, then who was paying for the coffee. Of course, he claimed they were just friends and nothing was going on.

I followed her when she stalked back to her car fuming, hoping that was the end of it. But of course knowing about her fiery temper, I had my doubts. She popped the trunk, grabbed the tire iron and said, "I'm gonna go back in there and pop his head open like a coconut."

Knowing she was drunk enough to do it, I said, "Oh, no, you're not."

Then I had to struggle to get tire iron off her. Though she was tiny, she was so angry, and so determined she wouldn't let go. And of course just then, we heard a loud clap of thunder and it started pouring rain, soaking right through our clothes. We were both laughing like crazy even as I struggled with her, while trying to talk her out of popping open his head.

And of course, just our luck, a cop pulled up beside us. He rolled down his window and looked at the pair of us dripping wet, shaking his head, till he finally asked, "Is everything okay?"

She finally let go of the iron, and I hid it behind my back and nodded. "Yep, everything's fine. We're uh, just heading home."

He asked if either of us had been drinking. And she said something like, "Of course I've been drinking, my boyfriend's a lying cheating dick." Of course that made him laugh out loud.

Since I told him I hadn't been drinking, he let us go. And I was glad she didn't follow through, and actually go in and finish the idiot off.

 

[HordHolm]

I think it goes against the spirit of the thread to tell someone else's most ridiculous moment, but I'm going to. So as penance I will tell my own too.

On a rather large organised trip I was staying in a hotel in Ostend, Belgium. The night had been a riotous party in which a bar was commandeered, tables were danced on, etc. Upon leaving I got somewhat lost but eventually found my way to my hotel only to discover that I'd lost my key card somewhere or other in all the confusion. Oh, well, down to reception for a replacement. I go to the lift lobby but then curse myself - I'm only on the second floor and as a fit 34 year old man I can damn well take the stairs. Now, whilst the hotel is pleasant enough, the decoration hasn't extended to the emergency stairs - think bare concrete. Never mind, I start to walk down them, put my foot on the first step, and my foot shoots out from under me and I bounce down every single step on my coccyx. I forced myself to laugh when I reached the bottom, but it was through the tears...

And now for my friend's moment. I knew a girl, 'Samantha', who was the walking definition of 'klutz', though absolutely adorable. Sam got a job as a flight attendant, was good at her job, and started to get plum assignments. One day she had a trans-Atlantic flight out of London, an 8 hour job. After the first hour or so they've finished the first drinks service and she's tidying up. She takes a full trash bag to the galley, from which a chute leads down to the trash holder, about the size of a dumpster. Said trash bag unfortunately gets stuck in the chute. Cursing, Sam pushes it with her foot until the obstruction suddenly gives way and slides down, taking her shoe with it. Now, Sam is, of course, in uniform, so her shoe is a heel, and without it she will be hobbling around for about 6 hours. And dammit, she wants her shoe! But how to get it?

Well, sliding down the c. 4 foot chute is certainly one way, so being a bold spirit, this is what she does. And get her shoe, she does. Unfortunately, she also gets stuck, leaving her wedged in from the knees up, her lower legs kicking until a colleague enters the galley. The colleague finally recovers from hyperventilating with laughter and gets the purser to help haul Sam out. Think it can't get worse? Well... As they pull Sam out she moves, but her clothes don't - she slides against them - meaning that her skirt ends up rucked up around her waist as she plops onto the galley floor. It really wasn't a good day to go commando, then...

 

[EmilyMiller]

Your most ridiculous moment​

I once published a lesbian-themed story in Loving Wives .

Em

 

[Bamagan]

I once published a lesbian-themed story in Loving Wives .

Em

And thus we finally get a story that ends with getting peed upon.

 

[EmilyMiller]

And thus we finally get a story that ends with getting peed upon.

It had a BTB ending - kinda .

Em

 

[Bamagan]

Hmm, I have one of those. But it's my friend's ridiculous moment.


Went "camping" with a friend (tent deep in the woods on her family's property) and in the middle of the night she decided she didn't want to go outside to pee alone and she also didn't want to wake me up to go with her. She opted to pee in the tent. It traveled. We were not in sleeping bags, just a blanket over us in the tent.

I woke up a little while later because of sudden dampness to my clothes and she was pulling up her shorts. My eyes went wide and I just looked her in the eyes and said, "You just pissed in the tent didn't you?"

"It's dark outside and I heard an animal." (Said with a heavy southern drawl.)

"That is the expectation when camping." (Sarcasm, each word dripped with sarcasm and a little disdain.)

She got upset, I had to console her and pretend I wasn't utterly disgusted by the fact that she just effectively peed on me. We went back to sleep in the piss tent then went home in the morning, washed the tent and her dad came in, looked us both in the eyes shook his head and walked away. We both smelled like piss, it was not subtle. Her parents fucking hated me and their daughter is the one who pissed on me!

We are still great friends. We've also never spoken of this incident again.

If you age the characters up a little and toss in some 'apology' sex, you'll have a hit in the Fetish section.

 

[lavendersilk]

If by ridiculous you mean a complete dumb ass, then ...

I was leaned over doing something in the fridge. My wife steps up behind me. "Don't stand up. I'm opening the freezer," she says to me. I heard her, acknowledged her and then stood up into the closing freezer door. Sliced my forehead pretty good. Standing there bleeding, humiliated and my wife is doing her damndest to not bust out laughing. Eventually she failed. Laughed until she couldn't breathe.

Bit did either of you pee?

 

[Smuttyandfun]

When I was in the high school band, we travelled to a mining town to perform.

We were given a tour of the mine, where nearly everyone worked. When the tour was over, my friend asked where the ladies room was. When the guy finally caught his breath and stopped laughing, he told her that weren't any ladies working in the mines, so they didn't have one.

She was so desperate, she asked to come outside and keep watch for anyone coming by, while she squatted between two cars with her backside hanging out. As she was going, a bus pulled up. The driver honked his horn and motioned for me to move. He pulled over and let the bus load of men out, right where my friend was squatting. She screamed her head off when she saw them stopping and staring at her bare ass, while I was laughing so hard I almost fell over. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the trip, but I imaged the miners had something out of the ordinary to talk about that day.

And yes, she peed.

 

[lavendersilk]

When I was in the high school band, we travelled to a mining town to perform.

We were given a tour of the mine, where nearly everyone worked. When the tour was over, my friend asked where the ladies room was. When the guy finally caught his breath and stopped laughing, he told her that weren't any ladies working in the mines, so they didn't have one.

She was so desperate, she asked to come outside and keep watch for anyone coming by, while she squatted between two cars with her backside hanging out. As she going, a bus pulled up. The driver honked his horn and motioned for me to move. He pulled over and let the bus load of men out, right where my friend was squatting. She screamed her head off when she saw them stopping and staring at her bare ass, while I was laughing so hard I almost fell over. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the trip, but I imaged the miners had something out of the ordinary to talk about that day.

And yes, she peed.

I would have walked into the mine sanz canary and never come back out.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Bit did either of you pee?

She may have. I was in quite a lot of pain and pissed as hell at myself.