An Embarrassing Incident Essay

It was raining cats and dogs. The roads were slippery. Mohan was on his way back from the shopping centre just two blocks away from his house. If it was not raining so badly, he would take a nice stroll back to his home, but now he thought a bus would be more convenient.

Mohan did not want to risk jaywalking and being caught by the traffic police. He climbed the overhead bridge instead. His black and usually sturdy umbrella swayed with the winds as he walked across the bridge. The rain was beating hard on his umbrella and some rain water was getting onto his spectacles and on his face. He looked to his left and from the corner of his eye, saw the bus approaching the bus-stop. He wiped his wet spectacles with his wet sleeves and looked again. He was right. it was his bus to go home !

Mohan dashed across the remainder of the bridge and down the cement steps. He was near the end of the steps when he slipped. He landed hard on his rear, sliding down the remaining four step. He landed on the ground with a loud thud. His shorts were soaked right through where he sat on the ground. Some people at the bus stop, who saw the whole thing, giggled uncontrollably. Mohan felt a warm blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He was as red as an apple by the time he got to the bus-stop. One kind soul asked him if he was all right. Mohan nodded.

There was nothing for Mohan to do except to wait for the next bus. He sat there, wet and uncomfortable, on the hard orange plastic seats at the bus-stop. Mohan sighed. everyone has to have an embarrassing incident happen to them at some time or other.


My Most Embarrassing Situation
            Everyone has been embarrassed at one time or another. It is that moment in time when you wish the earth would open up and swallow you. The anxiety and discomfort felt during that time which may only last a few seconds feels like time has stood still.

            I remember so well when I had my most embarrassing moment. I was in Form 4 and it was during the school recess. The minute the bell rang for recess, I rushed to the toilet because I had been controlling my urges since class started. I didn’t want to miss class because the lesson taught that morning was to include tips for the forthcoming examination.

            Without realising, I had rushed to the girls’ toilet. The prolonged control and an upset stomach made worse by two glasses of cold milk in the morning made me grunt and groan in what I thought in what I thought was the privacy of the cubicle. I thought I heard giggling outside and wondered why the giggles sounded unusually near. A few minutes later I came out the cubicle and discovered my horror that I had entered the girls’ toilet. To make matters worse, the few girls standing outside didn’t even turn away when I came out. Instead they looked down at me, then only they turned quickly away. Horror of horrors, I had forgotten to zip up! No beetroot could have matched the colour of my face at this point in time!

            They news of my predicament spread like wild fire throughout school. I was truly the talk of the town. I felt like I could either walk around feeling perpetually self-conscious and embarrassed or I could turn the situation round, perhaps even to my advantage. I remembered my mother’s words that ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’. So I decided to make fun of myself, to laugh at myself too. It works. Everyone got bored after a while and nobody teased me after that.

            It was indeed an eye-opening experience for me. I have learnt that when people laugh at you, you should laugh along. You must not take yourself seriously. Learn to look at yourself through other people’s eyes and you will realise that most of the time when they laugh at you, they just want to have some fun. They mean no harm. If you can make people laugh, it’s like bringing sunshine into their lives and as someone said, ‘those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.’

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