Originally posted by Crusader
Well, I was caught, uh, "taking care of business" when I was like 14.
i've been caught something like like 3 times now. each one was a little less embarassing than the prior. lucky for me, i was never caught by a crowd. that must have sucked. the first was shortly after i discovered the joy of the being a male. "exploring" and whatnot before school, then me mum comes in with my ironed shirt. "What are you doing?" thinking quick, i respond with "nothing. i'm doing nothing. what are you doing in my room?" the incident was never mentioned again.
number two was less embarassing. the older bro is watching tv in our room, and i'm "tired." he's flipping through channels, hits the nudey channel for a few seconds, and moves on. of course, some odd breathing and shifting blankets from my bed arouse suspicion. "what the hell
are you doing?" coyly, "i'm trying to go to sleep."
numero three was a bit more recent, in my college days. not quite as big of a deal. i'm going through "the" websites, and the roommate comes back from class. "yo, why is the door locked." i quickly hide my pride, and switch out of mozilla. due to the speed of his entry, i couldn't close them all until after he got in. "so, why was the door locked?" "uh, i just got up?" the inflection of my voice alluding to a question that was not asked. "but, you went to class earlier than i did." "don't question me." "oh. oh
." i really should be more careful about this type of thing.
i think the most embarassing thing that i can remember and am willing to mention on this board was a matter of incontinence when i was young. i was at a school play (no, luckily i wasn't in the play). i never much enjoyed them, except i was allowed to get a candy. being a very dirty and chocolate loving kid, my snickers (or whatever i had gotten), was all over my hands and face. this must have been the laxative version of snickers, because by the play's end i was in desparate need of the bathroom. i'm a pretty reserved guy when it comes to bathrooms, and make a point of never using public toilets in such a manner, but that is because of this incident. i run to the bathroom, and in a strange twist, the men's room is full (or maybe it was locked). so i go to the women's bathroom. and well, my bowels were quicker than me. quicker to the tune of running down my leg, on the side of the bowl, on the seat and pretty much everywhere else, except inside
the bowl. i reaked of shit, and had to walk as if on a horse, due to the hardened mess on me legs. my friend and i walked home, with our parents. he kept saying "did you fart?"