Ten Embarrassing Things I’ve Done in Public

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  1. Sabrina Bowman says:

    It runs in the family. Remember that time I was on the national news with MP Pat Martin, walking up the steps of Parliament Hill, and right at the end of the shot, when we went up the stairs, my pants were hanging down and my pink underwear was peeking out? That was pretty sweet.

    • Joanna Schroeder says:

      That’s pretty awesome. Nothing like underpants at Parliament Hill.

      Once I got this clever idea that I wanted to dye my blonde hair WHITE and have little orange streaks in it (brilliant). I went to a salon and what I got instead was yellow hair with big orange chunks in it.

      That day I had to return to work after my styling appointment, and it happened to be one of the days that the now-infamous show “Nick and Jessica Newlyweds” was shooting in our store in LA. So there I am, helping Jessica Simpson and her mom, three cameras on us, not realizing that my hair looked exactly like a tropical fish.

      That night my friends had a hair-tervention with me and I had the color fixed the next day. I sort of forgot about the tropical fish day, until I started getting calls from every relative and friend that they just saw me on Newlyweds! I turned on the TV and there I was. With orange and yellow striped hair.

  2. Joanna Schroeder says:

    I’m with you on the snow pants.

    In high school, my locker was right next to the main hallway where everyone filed in all at once and pushed and shoved like salmon going upstream at Yellowstone.

    At this point in the 90s, I was very into the whole Grunge thing, and instead of a winter jacket I wore a GIANT, thick oiled wool Scottish sweater with a turtleneck. So I’m standing in the hallway at prime traffic hour talking to a boy and I pull off my giant sweater and fail to notice that not only that sweeter, but the shirt underneath had come off too. So there I stood in a lace undershirt and nothing else. Totally see-through. And I’m just talking talking talking, probably about Courtney Love and Hole or Eddie Vedder or Jane Magazine and my guy friend looks at me and goes, “Dude, is that like, a shirt? Because I can see your boobs.”

    That’s when I realized that in what was probably only about ten seconds of nudity at least 20% of each grade level had seen my winter-white flesh.

  3. Glad none of these confessions are as abhorrent as “I wore sandals with socks” or “I started arranging flowers.”

  4. Jeepers…l woke up with a woman whose name I couldn’t remember- we met in a bar. Joe Chivalry, thinking fast & when she was in the toilet I creeped her purse looking for a driver’s license- she caught me….

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