Cringe!Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
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chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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Mother.My mother was the cause of intense embarrassment to me as a child. She seemed oblivious of the cringeworthy damage she could inflict on her only son. If I had arranged to go into the city when I was about 15, she would insist that she had to call all my friend’s mothers to make sure that everything was kosher. I would stall and delay with the phone numbers, but she had to call or I wouldn’t be able to go.
It was desperately awful listening to her call the parents when she had a few glasses of wine in her. Worst of all was the time when I got a chance to go with the cool kids at school.
“Hello? This is Powervator’s mum. Powervator. Yes, your Charlie’s friend Powervator.”
(Whispers to me, “are you sure you are friends with this chap Charlie?”) (“YES,” I hiss).
“Oh, so they are going into the city tomorrow? Yes, are you sure? And you are ok with that? I wouldn’t know what to do if Powervator went missing. Could I have an emergency contact number for you please?...”
Next call.
“Oh hello, this is Powervator’s mother. Yes, Powervator. Oh your daughter is going? Powervator didn’t tell me that girls were going. Is your daughter sweet on my Powervator? Oh you don’t know? Perhaps you could ask, I need to know about any romance! No, he’s a good clean boy. Oh you’ve just asked her, and she’s already got a boyfriend? I wonder why my Powervator needs to go with her then…”
Next call.
“Oh hello, this is Powervator’s mother. I am making sure that everything is alright for my boy to go into the city centre tomorrow with your son. Oh you didn’t know Jon was going? Well aren’t you glad I called to tell you! They probably lie. Yes I know, aren’t they awful? Oh yes, I search for drugs and porn in Powervator’s bedroom everyday when he is at school. No, just a Razzle last year….”
My face is red even now. I made friends easily when I lived at home but strangely I didn’t keep many.
(, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:35, 1 reply)
ClickFor having a mother EXACTLY the same as mine.
(, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:14, closed)
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