I once wet farted at a meeting and had to leave... Go
Ummm that's ******** your pants not wet farting.There was no hiding it...
edit: it would have been like hiding a 747 in a two stall garage.
There was no hiding it...
edit: it would have been like hiding a 747 in a two stall garage.
When I volunteered at the zoo, I once mistake an 11 year old boy for a girl. While not as embarrassing as crapping your pants, it was an incredibly awkward moment, because the kid just sat there for like, two minutes afterward.
Don't you just hate it when you pick up the phone and you dial a number you have memorized, almost like an automatic reflex. :smile:I do meeting setups for my company. I accidentally dialed our Auditorium into a phone sex line instead of our conference call line. Thankfully it was 20 minutes before the meeting so there wasn't a lot of people there yet, but some of our senior leadership were present. It was also my second week on the job.
Don't you just hate it when you pick up the phone and you dial a number you have memorized, almost like an automatic reflex. :smile:
Oh I've got this....
I was planning to leave early one day, about 3:30, and thought I'd kill the last few minutes of the day by dropping one. Just as I exited the stall a meeting apparently let out and the bathroom filled up with people who all knew I was responsible for what had just happened in there.
As I was washing my hands, I noticed someone had placed a can of Febreze near the sink. It had never been there before and I though hey, if someone's offering, I'll use it. Big mistake. The spray mist set off the fire alarm and the entire 20+ story building was evacuated.
As everyone assembled outside in their designated evacuation areas, the story spread like wildfire who was responsible. There were several witnesses, of course. I walked past them all to my car to a rousing ovation.
The next morning the can of Febreze was on my desk with a note from facilities: DO NOT USE.
And my co-workers decorated my entire cube with Christmas tree car fresheners.
Well, the joke was on them. I used all those suckers in my car until they were gone.
I used to talk with a lot of doctors on the phone at my old job. One time, I misheard a doctor's name, and said out loud, "I'm sorry, could you spell that, Dr. Felcher?" My boss/friend was at the desk right next to mine, heard it, and has given me crap about Dr. Felcher ever since.
(Pro tip - don't google "felcher" at work if you don't already know what it means.)