Embarrassing/awkward Moments

Friscobay · 03-27-14, 05:12 PM

[QUOTE=Armistead;2190431]Wanna share?

I've had too many, but I'll share one of my worse. I worked for a company for about 19 years when I finally got promoted to the Sr. Project Manager. I had a nice size room outside of my office that I made sort of a man cave out of...

For me, summer of the year. Pearl Harbor Naval Base. on the museum grounds, which was then undergoing renovation, sat a perhaps 1/2 to 3/4 scale iron model of a Japanese midget sub. Maybe the Ko-yoteki No.19, which I visit from time to time in Fredericksburg, Texas, I never knew. Anyway, lurching back with a few mates from a night on the Honolulu town in the dives of Hotel St, we came upon the sub in the darkness of an early Saturday morning and climbed onto its tower, which was topped by a simple round hatch and climbed inside.
It was in this pitch darkness, lit only by a ZIPPO, that I went under from too much drink served with too many paper umbrellas. Time passed. Upon awakening, startled in the dark, I clanged my head on a pipe and then realized with a shock the ''where''. But what was ''now''? And where was everybody else?
Fumble for the hatch, throw the lid back, and stand up..

..before what was around Noon the same day in front of dozens of shrieking and startled Japanese tourists and elder veterans wearing Hawaiian shirts and blue ballcaps snapping pics as fast as they could while I slunk down from the conning tower and beat a hasty retreat towards the Loch and my own ship , where I was fortunately, not ''UA'', this being another weekend day.

Weeks later, after avoiding the area and the sub around the museum like the plague, I noticed that a hasp had been welded onto the conning hatch with a sturdy padlock included...

Days later I left Pearl, not to see her again...

03-27-14, 05:12 PM	#12
Friscobay Mate Join Date: Mar 2014 Location: Texas Posts: 54 Downloads: 47 Uploads: 0	[QUOTE=Armistead;2190431]Wanna share? I've had too many, but I'll share one of my worse. I worked for a company for about 19 years when I finally got promoted to the Sr. Project Manager. I had a nice size room outside of my office that I made sort of a man cave out of... For me, summer of the year. Pearl Harbor Naval Base. on the museum grounds, which was then undergoing renovation, sat a perhaps 1/2 to 3/4 scale iron model of a Japanese midget sub. Maybe the Ko-yoteki No.19, which I visit from time to time in Fredericksburg, Texas, I never knew. Anyway, lurching back with a few mates from a night on the Honolulu town in the dives of Hotel St, we came upon the sub in the darkness of an early Saturday morning and climbed onto its tower, which was topped by a simple round hatch and climbed inside. It was in this pitch darkness, lit only by a ZIPPO, that I went under from too much drink served with too many paper umbrellas. Time passed. Upon awakening, startled in the dark, I clanged my head on a pipe and then realized with a shock the ''where''. But what was ''now''? And where was everybody else? Fumble for the hatch, throw the lid back, and stand up.. ..before what was around Noon the same day in front of dozens of shrieking and startled Japanese tourists and elder veterans wearing Hawaiian shirts and blue ballcaps snapping pics as fast as they could while I slunk down from the conning tower and beat a hasty retreat towards the Loch and my own ship , where I was fortunately, not ''UA'', this being another weekend day. Weeks later, after avoiding the area and the sub around the museum like the plague, I noticed that a hasp had been welded onto the conning hatch with a sturdy padlock included... Days later I left Pearl, not to see her again...