h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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*waits patiently for an embarrasing story regarding elephants*

*meditates*

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::Wishes she had a story about elephants ::

well I was in the shower the door went, I got out wraped a towen round me ran down the sternnoit noticaing the the towel stayed on the sterd and opend teh door showing.well evrything to the woment from the sohal servaces who was standing there

ooh dear
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All of us have most embarrising moments throughout our life times. I've had far too many! Imagine walking up the stairs of a very large watering hole- There is a landing at the middle of the staircase, I walk into the wall and say "Excuse me ( in a truly /Canadian Fashion)_ Low and behold, I've just said exscuse me to myself. I walked into a Mirror!

I just WALK into things. I have an annoying balance problem, so my shoulder meets new fiends all the time.

your shoulders very frendly nagel..unliek mine who seems tow ant to run away

..And then it meets wall-shaped "friends", and goes right back to place.

I have an amazing ablilty to walk into things, drop things, and generally act in a way beccoming of the clumsyist person alive! Only yesterday I drop an entire portion of curry sauce down myself whilst i was shopping in town and to make matters worse I had to carry on shopping, (because the shops were due to shut for three days) looking like I'd been wading through sewage.

,laugh> so familiar- I do that all the time...

I really thought that was only me!!! do you have trouble crossing roads as well, (I tend to be in my own little world forget to look both ways I'm twenty)

i'm good at buying things in shops and then leaving without picking them up...luckily i've always been callde back, though that's embarassing in itself
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I have troubles eating without spilling food on myself, crossing the road too, and taking shopping with me, too.

An elephant story- Try explaining to one's kids why their Grandfather has an elephant's ear in his attic! Stange but true. When my parents and I left Uganda (I'm a naturalized Canadian) dad was presented with an elephant's ear, the stuffed tail of said elephant a Lion's skin and the spear which killed the lion. No dad isn't a missionary, he was an engineer in Kilembe near Kasese. Hence my daughter's name. My daughters don't give out the secret in the attic- I don't blame them.

Neither can I...

I once read a letter to a women's magazine describing how a woman had gone on holiday and, to create the impression that she was still in, had pegged a few worthless rags on the line. She went on to say:

"Imagine my embarrassment when my neighbour told me upon my return that it had started to rain and she had brought my washing in".

I still can't see what's embarrassing about that. She only had to tell the neighbour of her little ruse to trick would-be burglars, or laugh with her. Some women have the most odd hang-ups.