Wow. Some of these are HILARIOUS!

I have one.............nothing like all of your's, but still, it was an embarrassment regarding clothes.

Back in elementry school, when I was in first or second grade, we used to have PE out in the school lawn. Our school lawn was *huge*, and people would occasionally bring their dogs there for a stroll after school hours.

Anyway, one fine spring morning, I went to school wearing a jumper type of dress............you know the kinds with a blouse underneath? I was just 6 or 7 years old at the time. We went out for PE at around 10am, and were playing *red-hot potato* on the grass after the general workout. The teacher had us *sit* on the grass to play this game.

I remember sitting, and feeling something ooey, gooey, and slimey beneath me. I got up, and looked at my dress. I had sat on a big pile of dog poop , and was totally disgusted by it all smeared on my dress. Ewwww! I started crying, got up, and ran to the bathroom. I had no way to wash it while wearing it, and I wasn't going to dare take it off because I only had a blouse under it. I decided to go back to the game and not let anyone know about it. It wasn't something I could hide, and before long, all the kids had seen it and were laughing their heads off. I was SO embarrassed! My teacher tried to call my mom to tell her to bring me another outfit, but of course, she wasn't at home. I had to stay the rest of the day in those dog poop clothes, very uncomfortable and grossed out. I was upset...........very upset. He he. When my mom finally came to pick me up after school, she said I can't come in the car like that. She *made* me take off the jumper part of the dress while I cried, insisting that I didn't want my legs naked in public, while she insisted that I was a small child and it didn't matter *too* much...........plus I was getting in the car, so not many people would see. I was embarrassed anyway, and ran into the car as fast as I could after having my mom put the dirty dress in a plastic bag. I whined the rest of the way home, about how *gross* I felt. I remember getting home, and running into the shower, washing up, and then dressing into a nice, clean pair of pants and a shirt. Felt so nice to be *clean* and clothed again.