Have you ever done something that people won't let you live down? Something mean, nice, funny....
I have two that come to mind- silly actually.
When I was in 4th grade our history teacher had enough of the chit chat and threatened anyone who made even a peep would be in trouble. Well in good ole fashion fun, I let out a large peep! Writing five hundred times, I will not say peep in class, broke me of any bad school behavior!
When my neice and nephew were in my car one time and they were about 5 and I flipped the driver next to me the bird, my nephew who was very curious, asked me what that meant. Well I told him that it meant that that person does not know how to drive well. Well when he showed his mother and everyone else that he met, they looked to me in shock!!!
The only things I can think of that people won't let me live down are sad, not funny. (In fact, I told one of the stories here before, and someone told me that exact thing.) But I do have two that I won't let other people live down:
When my sister was about 5, we were passing through the dark kitchen into the living room together, and she was wearing a blanket over her head. I told her to take it off, and of course, she asked why. I told her that she wouldn't be able to see and she would run into something. She responded, "I can see," and immediately ran smack dab into the center of the refridgerator.
I think I've told this one before: My friend Jessica and I were traveling to the Renaissance Faire in Bristol, Wisconsin, but we had never driven there before. So, we were lost and decided to stop into a gas station for directions. Jessica was driving, and she was pulling into the parking lot, headed straight toward a median in the entrance. I said, "median," and she ran right over it. I said, "I said median." She responded, "Well if you would've said 'thingy!'"
My brother is three years older than I am. Our grandparents only lived about three miles from us. Many times, we would visit them and on a whim, my brother and I would spend the night with grandma and grandpa.
Since we were not planning on staying, I never had pajamas with me. When I was 4-5 years old, my grandma had an old pair of "bloomers" (girls pajamas) that she would put me in to wear to bed. My brother would tease me and tease me to no end about the "bloomers". The teasing made me mad so that made it even more fun for him. The pajamas were soft, warm and by wearing them, I got to stay at grandma's.
That story would come up every once in a while, but not often. For some reason, in the last 5 years or so, by brother has become obsessed with this story. Every time we have any kind of family get-together, he brings up the "bloomers" thinking it's going to bother me. I was five years old, it's not something I'm embarrased about. I remember the fun times we had with grandma and grandpa. I wore the "bloomers" so I could sleep there. That was the extent of my crosdressing experience.
Anyway, my brother still thinks this is incredibly funny and that by teasing me even to this day, he's getting to me. What I think is funny is that when he tells this story, everyone just looks at him like "Dood, we've heard this story and it was 35 years ago, get over it". He tries to get his kids to tease me about it but even they really don't care and are like "whatever dad, he was five years old".
I finally DID live this one down, but had to leave my job to finally stop hearing about it.
At a job I had during the 80's and 90's I had this woman boss who really liked me (as an employee that is) so she cut me a lot of slack, which is good, because I have always been a goof.
We worked in a department that made microfilm, so we used a lot of chemicals. She got on a safety kick and had eye wash stations in (which I would from that point on use as water fountains) and she bought an emergency chemical leak suit. It was a big white suit that covered every inch of your body from feet to head. It also included a fairly elaborite gas mask.
Well, one night while working 3'rd shift, and being very bored, I put the suit on and ran around the building sneaking up behind people to scare them (it worked). I even continued to work in the suit for the next hour or so. (I think it made me feel like an astronaut).
When morning was rolling around I put the suit back into it's black plastic case and never touched it again.
About four months later I had moved to the day shift, and my boss was taking two new employees on a tour of the department. She got to the suit and opened it up to show them how they would use it when she noticed the feet of the suit were really dirty. I swear to God it took her all of 3 seconds to think and then turn and look at me and say "JEREMY!"
For the rest of my time in that department anytime something new was brought in I was asked if I needed to "test" it out. The story was brought up over and over, pretty much anytime we had a get together outside of work. It seemed to become an example of what it means to be a slacker
