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That's funny, unless you're the son. Poor kid. I generally don't like to embarrass people for chuckles.

Wacky dad :-)
I'd never really embarrass anyone intentionally, I think it's lame, and would carry a grudge for a long time if someone did it to me. But this example is pretty harmless.

My stepdad used to think it was hilarious to embarrass people in public. I'm not a fan. Embarrass a friend in front of other friends, and with something harmless? Maybe. But not in front of large crowds or any strangers. It can be cruel, even if you don't mean it to be. I don't think this instance is mean, but not everyone takes embarrassment well.

I've walked up to my male friends and staged an extremely loud and emotional gay argument and a slap across the face and then walked off before they could say anything. Does that count?

man, i really don't think this stuff is funny at all. i spent a good portion of my school days being a verbal bully and really embarrassing people on purpose and i really regret it. even now i wouldn't do that to a friend or family member in good fun as i know that there can be some hidden hurt they have and they are supposed to be a "good sport" and laugh along. a song i like says "i'm sorry i pushed you down. i thought if i made you smaller i would seem taller but i was wrong"

Kevin's answer is pretty much mine word for word. Except for the song, I haven't heard that song before.

I'll admit something I'm still to this day really ashamed of and it was way back in 7th grade. There was this kid named Frank who was like sort of retarded and he'd do crazy shit to make people laugh. And by crazy shit I mean he'd eat the wax that we'd peel off the bottom of the foil tops that came on milk bottles and he'd drink toilet water and he'd pick up gum from the floor and eat it. Everyone would pick on him and we'd all laugh at him and he'd laugh along because he thought we were his friends and that this is what it meant to be friends. So anyway there was this bathroom we all used to hang out in and one day we're all in there and someone comes in and says that Frank's on his way in. So I hide around the corner and he walks in and I stick my leg out and trip him and he doesn't just stumble and catch himself, but he falls forward and goes head first into the porcelain urinal and he smacks his head on the edge and goes down. He sits up and his forehead is cut and there's blood pouring down his face and he starts to cry. So if that's not bad enough, rather than take him for help and the story has a happy ending, we all, me included, run away and leave him there alone. That was over 40 years ago and when I think about it it still makes me feel sick to my stomach. It's like when I die and stand in judgement, the first words I'm going to hear are, "Let's talk about Frank, alright?"

Michael, that is a very sad story and I can see why it still bothers you. I think one of the worst feelings ever is the mix of shame, regret and mortification when you remember events in your life where you wish you would have acted differently or made a better choice.

Michael's story is sad. Do you think there is a way to make amends with Frank?

I spent a lot of time at my 10-year high school reunion apologizing to people for some pretty mean verbal jabs I gave them when I was up on my high horse. Most of them claimed not to know what I was talking about, but I knew full well.

yup michael. i have a couple of similar stories. i was confronted by both many years later and though it was an awkward/painful/embarrassing ordeal for me both times i feel redeemed and have two new friends out of the deal

When I moved to TN from Cali, in grade school there was this one poor girl that everyone picked on. Wanting to fit in, I went along with the crowd, never thinking about how she must feel. Somewhere around 7th grade I began to realize how cruel we were being, so I started standing up for her and attempted to befriend her. It took a long while before she didn't think I was just trying to pull another embarrassing prank on her. I never picked on anyone again. Exceeeept, my little brother. He was about 16 and, um, went through about a jar of vasaline a week. The siblings got together for Christmas and we bought him a large supply of vasaline.
Other than that, it's just pranks. Very realistic Fake mouse sitting in the corner of the sink and stove. Also realistic spider placed in several places. Rubber band around the handle of the kithcen sink sprayer.

A lubricant specifically formulated for that activity might have been a better choice. Vaseline would make a greasy mess.

Phil wrote: "A lubricant specifically formulated for that activity might have been a better choice. Vaseline would make a greasy mess."

Exactly. Without getting into TMI area, one of my other brothers attested to that very thing. But, Sir Vaseline wouldn't use anything else. While being teased mercilessly for going though it so fast he retorted it just feels good. Whatever gets you going, I guess.

Like Michael and Kevin, I did some things when in groups of punks (like myself) for which I am forever ashamed. I try very hard to not do anything to embarrass anyone.

Do you ever fart and blame it on someone else?

We usually blame the dog.

I usually blame it on one of the cats.

Oh cat farts are bad news.

There were times, as teens, that three of us would need sit in the front seat of my friend's convertible. When we did, the person nearest the passenger door would duck down below the level of the door. It would then look like the driver and the person in the middle were alone, but sitting VERY close to one another.

That might explain what was going on with my aunt and her new husband. We would see them in the front seat of a big sedan, him driving and her sitting practically on his lap and we'd snicker about it for hours.