I have two "most embarrassing moment" stories. Both occurred during my early 20's~One involved superglue & the other a microphone.
During our move, I stepped on something sharp and ended up with deep gash in the bottom of my heel. My sweet husband said I should crazy glue the wound shut. I thought he was crazy. But apparently, according to him, crazy glue was developed during one of the wars to help heal soldiers' wounds. So, for a week I hobbled around with a bum heel, and then last night when the pain was getting really awful, I broke down and bought some crazy glue. This morning I glued my heel shut, and now it is feeling SO much better. Wish I would have listened to him right after it happened. Anyway, the crazy gluing of my heel this morning made me think about one of my most embarrassing moments...
When I was a sophomore in college, I was still living at home and was commuting to a community college where I sang and danced in a show choir (I am not currently a Gleek, but I was very much one back then). We had very early morning rehearsals which led to me getting up insanely early to make the commute and arrive on time for rehearsal. One morning, after I had cleaned my room up the night before, I got up (keep in mind it was still pitch black outside), and grabbed my contact lense drops. I leaned my head back, and put a big drop in my right eye. It immediately stung, so I instinctively closed my eyes tight. Within a moment, I realized that the night before while cleaning, I had taken the super glue out from under my bed and laid it on my nightstand. The eye drop bottle was exactly like the superglue bottle, and my eye was now completely glued shut.
I ran out of my room in a panic to tell my mother what I had done. She immediately called poison control and the women on the other end of the line assured her that I would be fine...that it happened all the time, although it was usually 5 year olds rather than 20 year olds. She said to get in the shower and run hot water on my eye until it came apart. An hour later, after running the hot water over my eye, it hadn't budged.
We ended up driving to an opthomologist in Jefferson City (as my small home town didn't have one), where he cut my eyelashes off (they do grow back) and got my eyelid apart. Seriously, I have never been so thankful for my eyesight as that day. And, in hindsight, I am able to laugh at the entire scenario!
So, this is one of my most embarrassing stories...(the other I will share at another time)~occasionally laughing at ourselves is a very good thing!
Do you have any stories to share?