My most hilarious embarrassing moment was...
...the time I was spending the night at a friend's house, and, while she was in the shower, I was puttering around in her bedroom, and found a brightly-colored (like the most putrid neon; hello, it was the '90s!) plastic water-gun. I put on my best Emma Peel and waited for her to come back to her room.
As soon as her bedroom door cracked open, I pointed the garish toy pistol and yelled: "Freeze, dirtbag!"
Her father—who was actually the person coming into the room—startled, looked at me with a mixture of confusion, terror, and exasperation, tossed the blanket he was holding onto the floor, and scurried away.
Whoooooooooooooooooops!
Have fun! Keep it lighthearted. *wink!*
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