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Member since 29 Apr 2010
Member from Northland Region
My most embarrassing moment would be when I was walking around a shop and not realising that the zip to my skirt had worked itself down. My skirt was slowly slipping off of me. Several women had walked passed me and others were milling around but it took a man to sidle up to me and tell me that my skirt was heading south.
Member since 28 May 2009
Member from Wallaceville
Post deleted at 23 Nov 2012 6:28pm by Gigglebyte
Am spoiled for choice. Perhaps it was the time I was sitting in a car,belted up safely and someone sat on the edge of my skirt. My skirt was a button-up one and I was plumper then than I am now. The buttons would have been under a certain amount of strain.When someone sat on my skirt,the buttons could cope no longer and my skirt came undone . Luckily I believe in wearing a pretty petticoat. How about the time I was away at a camp and seeing the rope which some young people used to get across the stream decided to have ago-just hang on to the rope and when you get to the other side let go. Simple enough eh? Apparently not. I left it about a second too late and landed in the stream when the rope as bout to swing back over to the other side ..Luckily it was a very shallow stream.Then there was the time(it was back when you used to have a post office)that a friend,having bought some pork sausages couldn't find them. So we retraced our steps. She had been to the post office,so we returned there. She couldn't see them there and wasn't game to ask the teller if they had been handed in,so I said that I would inquire. So I did. The look on the teller's face when I asked her whether some pork sausages had been handed in!
Member since 22 Jan 2011
Member from Upper Hutt
hmmm, You wonder why I appear as an alpaca? Well let me tell you a little story from 6 years ago.We were motorhoming round the South Island and passing through Ashburton, I had the call of nature. Noticing the public toilets in the main street, I parked a hundred yards or so further up and walked back through a very busy spring shopping crowd.Well, to my great "relief" I completed my mission and wandered back toward the vehicle, stopping frequently to window shop. When I was almost back to the vehicle, a very nice lady spoke quietly to me as she walked past --"Excuse me sir, I think you have something hanging out behind you"Thinking it would be my shirt tail, I reached round to tuck it in and grabbed hold of about a meter of toilet paper that had been wafting along behind like a jets vapour trail. Needless to say, we have not been back to Ashburton again. And I"m an Alpaca because it hides the blushes when I think about it
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