Golf...
I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls.
I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing
for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking
gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.
Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like
playing with men's balls."
Dumb-Struck...
I was standing at the checkout with my two-year-old son, and
there was a heavy set gal in line a head of us. As the cashier
scanned the lady's items, the bar-code reader gave off a continuous
beeping sound. All of a sudden, my son said loudly, "Mommy,
watch out! She's going to back up!" That was the only time
in my life I wanted to crawl into a hole.
Nuts About You......
My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold
a variety of nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the
boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied,
"No, I'm just looking at your nuts." My sister started
to laugh hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet red
and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.
Strip Mall...
My husband and I took our three kids out shoe shopping one day.
We were going from store to store, and the kids were getting restless.
At one crowded store, I was standing near a bench when my 3-year-old
climbed up on it, grabbed hold of my elastic-waist shorts, and
jumped off-pulling both my shorts and my underwear to the floor.
I raced out of the MALL.....
Curl up and die...
I once walked into a hair salon--with my husband and three kids
in tow----and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a
shampoo and a blow job?"
Pad, please!...
An insurance man visited me at home to talk about our mortgage
insurance. He was throwing a lot of facts and figures at me, and
I wanted to follow as best I could, so I told my 6-year-old son
to run and get me a pad. He came back and handed me a Kotex right
in front of our guest.
Have you ever been embarrassed by your children. How about
this incidents ?
My three year old son, Matt, had a lot of problems with potty
training; and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco
Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with
a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something
funny, so of course I checked my seven month old daughter and
she was clean. Then I realized that Matt had not asked to go potty
in a while, so I asked him, and he said "No." I kept
thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident and I
didn't have any spare clothes with me. Then I said, "Matt,
are you sure you did not have an accident?" "No,"
he replied. I just knew that he must have had, cause the smell
was getting worse. Soooo...I asked one more time, "Matt,
did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked
down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled..."See
MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 100 people nearly choked to
death on their tacos, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down
to eat his food as if nothing happened.
I was mortified...but some kind, elderly people made me feel
a lot better, when they came over and thanked me for the best
laugh they had ever had!!!