[nikoniko]

Originally Posted by Jeysie

Yes! That was my roommate's first quartet! The boggle-o-meter has just hit, like, 11! Wow! *hums "It's a Small World"*

Amazing! This six degrees of separation thing is really true! You don't know Kevin Bacon by any chance, do you? Oh wait, that's something else...

The only guy I knew from the group was Harrison, whom I first met at the little improv thing they had on campus. I wasn't still living in Mass at the time, but everytime I made it back up there (which was pretty often, since I tried to keep in touch with my friends), I'd check out the improv group and see if the Mental Notes were going to be playing anywhere. You can thank your friend for me, because after I came back home I got pretty involved in BBshopQ, and I'm hoping to get something together in Japan. There's a few groups around, but none near me, so it's up to me to get one started! The Japanese love karaoke, so BBQ isn't that much of a stretch, I think.

Are there any recordings of them around? I remember for a while they had a webpage up, and I think there was a snippet on there... alas, I never saved it, so it would be great to hear them again.

Originally Posted by Jeysie

Though that quartet had a UMass Astronomy professor in it instead...

Hmm... my old boss at CVS shared a home in Northampton with a UMass Astronomy professor... I never made any sort of connection, but now I wonder if he was the same guy. This is probably stretching the fabric of space and time too much, but by any chance was the professor's name Eric?

Originally Posted by Jeysie

I guess it could be worse. You could encounter someone who says, "Hey, yeah, that's where Smith & Wesson is headquartered!"

I got that once, when I worked in Texas for a little while after graduation. After that, I stopped telling people I'd gone to school near Springfield.

Originally Posted by Jeysie

(Seriously, though, the most common response I tend to get is "Is that anywhere near Boston?" ;P )

Ah, Boston. Coming from the DC area, I never got used to the idea that people could eat and drink on the T (metro system, for those not in the know who are reading this). And moreover, they sold the stuff at the stations! My third most embarrassing life experience was being on my way to a job interview in the city, catching the T from South Station to get there, and plopping down into the one unoccupied seat during rush hour. Unfortunately, while not being occupied by a person, it was occupied by a frosted chocolate doughnut! And of course, I was wearing khaki-colored pants. Thankfully, I was able to pop over to the Filene's Basement department store real quick and buy a replacement, but ultimately I was late to the interview and didn't get the job.

Ah, Boston...

Cheers,
doroposo

[Kingzjester]

The CIA HQ, if I am not mistaken, is in the middle of nowhere, in a forest? My father appeared there one day while looking for a yard sale. That was shortly after, or hell, maybe even during the US bombing of Serbia. One of the janitors, the folk who lived there on the property, had a yard sale, apprently. My father drove up to the little guard house, mumbled something about a yard sale in his thick Serbian accent, and the guard just waved him in.

Speaking of lax security, I once entered the Capitol building with three pocket knives on my person. I had one in my bag, one in my pant pocket and one in my jacket, it sortof accidentally happened like that, I don't usually carry a vast quantity of knives on my person. It was sure something to have to throw three knives into the little blue plastic pan. I thought they would confiscate them all, but they didn't. Nowadays, I don't think they would let me into the Capitol wearing clothes, let alone weapons.

[nikoniko]

Originally Posted by Kingzjester

The CIA HQ, if I am not mistaken, is in the middle of nowhere, in a forest?

Not quite the middle of nowhere - it's just a little ways off the George Washington Parkway, which is a heavily traveled road - but yeah, it is somewhat hidden by the woods. In the dark, one could easily head down there by accident, since there's only a lackluster brown sign to mark the entrance - you don't get the warnings about entering a restricted area until a little farther in. Then again, I assume they think most people would read the sign and assume the CIA is somewhat restricted. I'm sure at a more normal time, we wouldn't have run into as much trouble as we did (admittedly, just a little scare, and a lot of embarrassment and waiting), as I know this must happen to other people. Still, I'm surprised about those janitors having a yard sale on the CIA property? What were they selling, like, some cool James Bond-style mops which can transform into a poison-dart blowgun?

Originally Posted by Kingzjester

it sortof accidentally happened like that, I don't usually carry a vast quantity of knives on my person.

Uh, yeah, sure.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Oh, sorry, there's this one strapped to my thigh"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Oh, and one on my ankle"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"And one in my shoe"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"And one in my other shoe"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"And I have a small one surgically implanted in my right index finger; let me unscrew the tip and take it out"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Oh, uh, guys, could you please turn around for a second and give me some privacy? This last one is kinda embarrassing..."

Cheers,
doroposo

[Sage]

Originally Posted by doroposo

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Oh, uh, guys, could you please turn around for a second and give me some privacy? This last one is kinda embarrassing..."

Cheers,
doroposo

LOL! That happens with body piercings, also. The difference is that security guards have to be shown what it is that's making the metal detector go off.

[Jeysie]

Doroposo: I thought I'd note that I answered all your questions in a PM.

Peace & Luv, Liz

[Hamham Chan]

Last year George Romero´s movie Land of the Dead was released, and as i am a huge zombie fan i wanted to see it as fast as possible.I didn´t know when(and if) the movie was gonna be released in the cinemas here in Sweden, so i decided i would download it from the net.
After searching around on Kazaa i finally managed to find it and started downloading the movie.

When the download had finished i open the file, and to shock it wasn´t Land of the Dead at all but instead a gayporn film!

I quickly erased the file from my computer, it´d be pretty embarrasing if any one in my family found that film on my pc.Not that there´s anything wrong with gayporn but i don´t swing that way, is all.

Ps. I did manage to find Land of the Dead eventually, and i also bought the dvd.

[nikoniko]

Ah, you know how it is, those porn companies like to make movies with names that parody other films. Sounds like you grabbed Land of the Dude instead of the Land of the Dead.

[Hammerite]

You'd know the exact name wouldnt you

[Stoofa]

Oh there are so many! I can't possible choose one. My sister even made up a song about my embarrassing exploits. To get back at her I like to tell HER most embarrassing story.

Ahem, Once Upon a Time (2 years ago maybe) my sister had this big itchy rash on her arm. She kept whining and WHINING about it, finally I convinced her to go to the drug store and get some cream for it. She hates taking any sort of medication so it's always a hassle to get her to even take a Tylenol.

So my sister trundled to Shoppers Drug Mart or somewhere and picked up a tube of what she thought was cortisone cream. At the checkout she said something to the cashier like, "Boy am I glad to find this. The itching is driving me CRAZY!!" and then went to the store's bathroom to apply it.

Where she discovered she had purchased Anusol.

She slunk out of the store and has never gone back.

[jjacob]

God I love reading topics like these

I remember one time a couple of years ago there was this creepy across-the-street neighbour who just loved being exhibionist(ical? sp?), if you know what I mean. At first I found it was pretty damn funny, but then he just kept doing it and after a couple of months it just happened every single frickin night. I had some friends over one night and the guy appeared on his balcony again (right across from my window), only this time he apparently felt being naked wasn't enough and started playing with his.. you know. Me and my friends had a laughing fit of about ten minutes (yes, we were stoned out of our wits), but then it dawned on us that this guy might actually be 'performing' towards us from his balcony So we decided to make a large sign made out of taped-together paper sheets saying "keep you dick in your pants!" (this was at 3AM-ish, shouting would've awoken half the neighbourhood) and we stuck it on the window, hoping he'd realise we weren't so amused anymore. This didn't do the trick, apparently, and so we decided to address him directly, so we told him to keep his dick in his pants, then the guy signaled he couldn't hear us, so a friend of mine shouted quite loudly "KEEP YOUR F*CKING DICK IN YOUR PANTS, PERVERT" (loosely translated). Within seconds, I could see lights turning on everywhere around us, and a window opened on the floor beneath the guy, and some lady shouted "Hey, I'm trying to sleep here, moron", and we told her about what was going on, but by this time, the guy had snuck back inside and closed his door and turned off the lights, so she didn't believe us, thinking we were just stoned and being brats. This argument awoke whatever people weren't woken yet, and the whole thing totally escalated, with all fingers pointing towards us. That was pretty embarassing (I distinctly remember feeling my face turning hot red). Luckily I had taken a picture of the guy doing his thing some time before, which I remembered the next day, so I wrote up a brief note of apology, explaining the whole thing, coupled with the picture and put it in all the mailboxes in the street. The next day I got some apologies from a couple of people across the street, and the guy was the talk of the whole neighbourhood. I know he still lives there, but I hardly ever see him in his apartment or on the street, I guess he learnt his lesson

[nikoniko]

Originally Posted by Stoofa

Where she discovered she had purchased Anusol.

She slunk out of the store and has never gone back.

*LOL*

Creams and drugstores reminds me of when I worked for CVS/pharmacy during college. This guy came in one afternoon -- looked like he in his late 40s, was sort of awkwardly dressed, and something about the way he carried himself exuded the type of impression that suggested he was single and had been for a long time. He shopped around for a good 45 minutes, checking off items from a shopping list, until finally he seemed to be done and came to my counter to pay for his items. He had candles, a lighter, a box of chocolates, a stuffed teddy bear, a greeting card from the Hallmark Love section, a package of powdered hot cocoa mix, a bottle of cheap men's cologne, some frangrant potpourri, condoms, and a tin of Altoids breath mints.

As I was trained to do, I asked, "Sir, did you find everything you were looking for today?"

He replied, "Well, I'm not much of a romantic guy, so my girlfriend sent me out with this list to pick up some things. I found everything except the jelly."

"What kind of jelly are you looking for? I know we've got some strawberry and grape jelly in Aisle 4."

"I've never heard of it before, so I don't exactly know what sort of jelly it is. But the name of it is Kentucky Jelly."

Kentucky Jelly? What in the world? And then all of a sudden it hit me, and I asked, trying carefully to hold back the laughter bubbling up inside of me, "Umm, sir, do you mean K-Y Jelly?"

[Sage]

So we're down to drugstore stories now, are we? Okay, here's mine:
I worked at a local drugstore part-time while I was in high school, and I was usually the only male employee in the building besides the pharmacist. One afternoon, an older gentlemen motioned for me to come down to the end of the counter. When I got there and asked him how I could help him, he said he needed to buy a truss. At this time I didn't know exactly what a truss was, but I had a general idea and I knew which section it would be in.
I escorted the gentleman to the section of the store where we sold all sorts of braces and supports, and asked him if he saw what he needed on the display. He said again that he needed to buy a truss. As none of the boxes were marked "Truss" but all of them had illustrations on the outside, I asked him what one looked like (thinking he would describe one to me).
Much to my horror, right there in broad daylight, in the middle of a busy drugstore and in front of two large display windows, the older gentleman dropped his trousers and showed me first-hand exactly what a truss looked like! Talk about a raisin in the sun! (For those who don't know, a truss is officially called a "suspensory". It's like a jock strap, but it only supports Mr. Happy's luggage and not Mr. Happy himself.)
Utterly speechless, I grabbed what he needed off the rack, rang it up, collected his money, and sent him on his way with a brown paper bag clasped firmly in his hand.
After that experience, I had to sit down for a while.

[jjacob]

Oh man, pharmacists must have a ball discussing their customers' orders

[Intrepid Homoludens]

Originally Posted by Thrift Store Scott

After that experience, I had to sit down for a while.

Why, did you need a truss, too?



*runs*

[Stoofa]

Kentucky Jelly? TRUSSES?! Keep these stories coming, people.

[Hamham Chan]

Originally Posted by doroposo

Ah, you know how it is, those porn companies like to make movies with names that parody other films. Sounds like you grabbed Land of the Dude instead of the Land of the Dead.

Often when you download a film from Kazaa you often wind up getting something completely different than what you want.
I´m sticking to torrents from now on.

[saucyminx]

It's too embarassing to talk about, so no way!



This also includes the moment when I was about to get dressed after a shower when my ex-roommie's boyfriend walked in without knocking. Aaaah!

[Stoofa]

Come on Mira!

I'll share one. When I was 15 I thought I'd be really cool and get my nose pierced. Piercings weren't trendy at that time so I had to really search for someone who'd do them. I finally found someone to do it, only they sucked and did it with a piercing gun. I had no idea that piercing guns are a bad idea, and that you should start out with a ring, not a stud.

Of course my shoddy piercing never really healed well, and every once in awhile it would flare up and get infected. One day I woke up and it had SUNK INTO MY NOSE. I had to get my dad to pry it out with two pairs of plyers while my sister and our friends watched. Oh, the humiliation.

[nikoniko]

Originally Posted by Thrift Store Scott

(For those who don't know, a truss is officially called a "suspensory". It's like a jock strap, but it only supports Mr. Happy's luggage and not Mr. Happy himself.)

Thanks. Now I'll never feel comfortable "trussing" a chicken again.

So many stories can be found through the items someone purchases at the drugstore. There used to be a young man of 18 or 19 who came in every single week to buy a box of condoms. He always paid for them with coins instead of bills, so it seemed like they were really stretching his budget. Then a month and a half went by when I didn't see him, and the next time he came in he was purchasing a pregnancy test. Guess he should've dug a little deeper in his couch cushions...

Of course, I earned my own share of embarrassment while working there. Right next to our drugstore was a supermarket, where I used to take my lunch break and do my daily shopping. The supermarket started a promotion whereby everytime you made a purchase, you might be randomly chosen to receive a prize coin. There were four colors of prize coin -- red, blue, silver and gold -- and red could be traded in for something like half a sandwich at the deli, blue was good for a pizza, silver I think got you some large portion of meat or cheese from the deli, and gold would win you a new car. Nearly every time I went to the store, it seemed the person in front of me would win one of these coins, but I wouldn't. This frustrated me day after day and week after week, and I know I would often grumble about my bad luck to my friend and coworker, Lisa, when I came back from my break.

Then one day it happened: I got a red coin! I was so excited, I practically ran back to the drugstore to tell Lisa about it. I didn't see her at first, but then I found her stocking the shelves in the condom aisle. Beaming like a maniac, I blurted, "Lisa, I woke up this morning and decided today was going to be my lucky day. And guess what? Look what I've got." I held up my shiny red coin. "Let's you and me go out tonight and celebrate!"

Lisa's face fell and a look of horror came into her eyes. She dropped the package of condoms she was about to put on the shelf, and as it hit the floor I got a look at the box. It had a clear front, which allows you to view the creative packaging within. The condoms themselves were individually wrapped in round packages with a shiny metallic finish, stamped with a design, and came in a variety of bright colors.... yes, that's right, they looked almost exactly like the red prize coin I had just brandished to Lisa. And I had just demanded that we go out and "celebrate" together.

Thankfully, Lisa recovered just fine after I explained what it was I was really holding. But I never quite forgave her the horrified reaction to my unintentional proposition.

[jjacob]

Hilarious That's the kind of thing that would totally escalate beyond proportions in a sitcom like Seinfeld or Friends