Oh yeh! The exact same thing happened to me once in jr high, I could have died. Then when I was nine months pregnant my husband and I were vehicle shopping and this secretary comes up to me and tells me that I have a piece of toilet paper hanging out of the bottom of my pants - it was a dryer sheet. Just last summer I was wearing a short skirt and we were in a hurry to leave the house so I just jumped in the truck and when we got to where we were going I walked around for like 5 mins with the back of my skirt tucked into my undies. LMAO!

A guy i used to work with turned up at a party with a pair of his underpants around his ankle. I think that he must have used to pull his underwear and trousers off at the same time before he went to bed and the escapee underwear was the days before's fresh pair.

When I was in grade school-I was in a hurry I had thrown a coat on to catch the bus, at lunch I took my coat off and had forgot to put on my skirt I just had on my slip -

I was at my in-laws house for the first time. My wife and I had our own bedroom but we shared the only upstairs full bath with her parents. I thought the shower was free to use because I heard my wife hyell out that she turned it on to warm it up, and then she went downstairs to eat breakfast. So I thought I'd run across the hall to the bathroom in my towel with my clothes and hop right in and out. I opened the door and heard the warm water running from behind the shower curtain. I dropped my towel and put my clothes on the sink. I pulled back the shower curtain and her MOTHER was there (she of course screamed). She thought my wife was talking to HER when she yelled, "I'll turn on the shower for you and see you downsatirs for breakfast." Her mother's room was closer to the stairs going downstairs, so I suppose it was a logical misunderstanding. I said "Oh I am SOOO sorry," and got the hell out of the bathroom, and got dressed without a shower. I went downstairs to see my wife at the foot of the stairs laughing because she heard her mother scream and figured out what happened. Funny for her, very awkward for me (although her mother was nice about it, we never looked the same at each other for some time!) and my wife's father was mildly amused when he came home that night from work and heard what had transpired.

Haven't we all? Giggle. I was the lucky random pick of the day for a vehicle search going into work one morning. I had been out the night before and um. . .well, when the guard opened my glovebox, out popped a pink, frilly bra. I could have died.

Once I was at a conference at a fancy hotel. I was running a little late to catch the hotel's shuttle to downtown Washington, so I quickly threw my wool coat on and ran down to the lobby. All the way down the elevator my scarf bothered my neck because it must have been bunched up. I was also irritated to realize that in my rush I had forgotten to put on my pantyhose- I felt under-dressed for that outfit and I knew that I would get painful blisters on my bare foot if I walked around in that particular shoe all night. I got funny stares in the elevator and while shooting through the hotel lobby, but I assumed that it was because I was rushing. I got to the shuttle van in the nick of time, crawled in grumpily, only to find that the guy sitting next to me looked at me curiously. Way too loud and with immense irritation, I said something like "I can't stand this scarf anymore!" and tugged it free. Yup. It was my pantyhose.

One of the games organisers play at scientific conferences is to award participants with a goody-bag when they register. This means that you spend the rest of the day carrying a bag with a free pen, a notebook, a large A4 folder with abstracts of all of the presentations, and in an international conference there can be hundreds of these so the folder is really big and heavy. The joke is that you are miles away from your hotel, so you spend the first day with all these damned things dangling from you as you find your way around. At a conference I went to near Madrid they really went to town. We were all given the traditional tons of stuff, and the sting in the tail was the poster advertising advertising the conference, printed at A1 or A2 size, rolled up in a cardboard tube, presumably as a souvenir of our attendance. The first panic was that they wouldn't accept payment by credit card, so my post-doc and I a few chums from other universities who were also attending had to troop off to a bank, poised to close for the siesta, to get some cash. We got the cash, paid our registration fees, and were more than ready for some lunch. We found a cafe and sat down to have a beer, and the waiter brought us a plate of fried potatoes with tomato sauce, and cocktail sticks to pick a piece of potato dip it into the sauce and transfer it into the mouth---I don't need to go on, you can guess what happened---failing to identify the centre of gravity of the piece of potato, I pronged it, dipped it into the tomato sauce and as I transferred it to my mouth the couple caused it to rotate and drop---I remember it happening in slow-motion---into my lap. I mopped up the mess with a paper napkin, not that that did much more than spread the sauce over a larger area, and as I did so the fabric parted leaving a gaping rip over one of my thighs. Remember I was a bus-ride away from my hotel. I cannot speak Spanish and the business of the conference was supposed to start shortly after lunch. For that one time I was grateful for the goody bag, and spent the rest of the day holding it in front of me, my reputation for suavity and savoir faire lost forever.

When I was 20 I went swimming at my local swimming pool. I don't know why, but I always wear my briefs (tighty whities) under my swimming boxers. Well, when I jumped off the diving board my swimming boxers slipped off, and when I got out, everyone saw me in my fruit of the loom tighty whities.