Knickers lost in Super Market!

My knicker moment happened when I was about 10 year's old. The elastic in my pants snapped at school and I had to walk round clutching them up. In the end, I plucked up courage to tell the (male) teacher, who said I could go home at lunch time to change. Unfortunately my mum was out when I arrived at the house and I had to return to school still clutching my knickers. But more embarrassment was to come. The teacher insisted on fixing the elastic for me. He let my friend stay with me while he tied the elastic together with me still in them. I have never forgotten the excruciating embarrassment, and it's not something that would happen nowadays, but he was a great teacher and was totally above board (if not a little over helpful) 😥. To make light conversation, he said he regularly had to fix his young daughter's knickers bc the elastic snapped in hers too.

My mum lost her knickers at 16 year's old, walking past a building site on her way home from school. The builders started wolf whistling and suddenly her knickers dropped to her ankles. She picked them up and ran home crying 😭

That hasn't happened to me and I feel as though I am missing out somehow !

Yes Bella. Sitting down between games at my badminton club one evening about 30 years ago I felt a lump in my trousers and when I worked it out at the bottom of the leg found the pair of knickers I must have been wearing the previous week! So embarrassing tho only my friend sitting next to me realised. I quickly scrunched them up and put in my pocket.

This immediately reminded me of some of Phoenix's stories! Wasn't she once trying to dry her knickers under a hand dryer in a train loo?

I'm just glad they were plain M&S black cotton ones and small enough to push into DH's pocket.
When I was little a great aunt wore pink knickers with two long legs which were elasticated. She kept her hanky in one leg. My cousins and I would pray that she would take her hanky out, as her skirts were what we would call midis it was quite a performance. We also played with some Victorian ones in my grans house they had a big split up the back, I would have had to buy a bag for life to hide them.

My son had a nylon tights episode when he was about 11 year's old. Often after I had washed the laundry and dried it in the dryer, he would find small articles of clothing which had found their way into his jumpers. One day at school, he was running around in the playground when he felt a lump in the back of his jumper. He reached down and pulled out a pair of my tights 🤣. He was mortified but fortunately none of his friends had noticed.

My mum used to tell us about how the button on her French knickers came off just as she was waiting to cross the road at Piccadilly Circus in the 1940s. She looked down to see her pale green silky knickers round her ankles, she couldn’t walk to cross over with them there and she couldn’t just bend down to pick them up as surrounded by so many people! So she just stood her ground until she could reach down and whip them off into her pocket.
Early in the 1970s my mum, my older brother and sister and their partners all went to the Pantomine at the London Palladium and at the time everyone had to have their bags searched on the way in. The security man took great delight in holding up my sister-in-laws spare frilly knickers from her handbag! It was a wonder we got into see the show as my brother was all for punching him on the nose.
Then when I was 8 months pregnant with my second baby I sent my poor daughter off on a nursery trip to the farm minus her knickers wearing a pretty short frilly skirt! Luckily she told me just as we got to the door and of course they had spare knickers. And yes of course I’ve done the knickers down the trousers leg typically on the way to an important residents association meeting! How is it these things happen on the very occasions you’d rather they didn’t! All good fun tho. 😂

I remember once whipping out a pair of knickers from my handbag to wipe my nose on, thinking they were a handkerchief. Luckily, I think I noticed before anyone else did! I still don’t know how they got in there.

Age 14 and allowed for the first time to go to Christmas midnight mass and mother bought me some long lisle stockings to wear for the occasion, I didn’t have suspenders to hold them up so my sister made me some garters out of white knickers elastic and tied with a knot. We did a lot of kneeling and all was well until I got got up with my family to go to holy communion and as I walked reverently up the long long aisle to the altar to my horror I felt first one stocking coming down my leg followed by the second they stopped at my shoes and trailed behind me together with the elastic. There was nothing I could do I carried on following mother knelt at the altar rails, had communion and walked back down again trailing my stockings all the way. The church of course was packed to the rafters standing room only and I wanted to die. Tears poured down my face and mother thought I was overcome with emotion and passed me a hankie she had not seen what had happened but my sister had and she knelt down by me and somehow managed to pull the stockings up to my knees where the elastic held them. This happened 72 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday and so does my 90 years old sister, mother never knew but many in the congregation did but kindly no one ever mentioned it.

I've never lost knickers in public but my embarrassing moment was when I was sitting in my boss's office in a meeting and all of a sudden I felt my bra snap. Luckily I'm not too big breasted and I had a patterned shirt on so it didn't notice too much so when we had finished the meeting I scuttled off to the toilet and removed the offending article, ha ha!

Whenever anyone speaks of luck we have family saying 'you never know your luck until your pants fall down'
That happened to my friend's aunt on Paddington station in the 1950s and that is who we adopted the saying from.

I think my most embarrassing clothes faux-pas was attending my first senior managers meeting. I had a black leather skirt suit on, and plonked myself down in a lovely soft leather chair. And the leather on leather made an enormous farty noise that silenced the 15 other managers. I was useless for the whole meeting between sheer embarrassment and wanting to crack up laughing. Nobody ever mentioned it but I could imagine the cracks being made afterwards.

Oh, Celianne that must have been talked about many times over the years by the family.
My late uncle had a church moment. He never trusted zips in his trousers and had buttons. At my cousin's wedding, he was walking out with money in his hand for the collection, when he heard one of his buttons fall and quickly picked it up. In his flustered state, he put the button on the collection plate and found he still had money in his hand.

Thanks for this thread! Really made me chuckle!

My husband has his pants appear from the bottom of his trousers when we were out once but it's never happened to me. I have had the hold up stocking disaster though. I remember one just rolling down my leg when I was walking down the middle of a shopping precinct in broad daylight once. SO embarassing and really put me off those things!!

I never experienced that myself, but I remember something from when I was 3. My mother was walking me to school (Kindergarten, in Belgium), suddenly stopped and exclaimed : "I bet you don't have any undies on you" and started scolding me. I remember I cried, didn't understand why she was so angry. I'm 65 and I still don't understand what happened.

Amused by the story. I have also found last nights pants bunched up in a trouser leg.
But the story which always makes me laugh is of the friend in University days who was at a dance with new boyfriend. Her pants dropped down suddenly in the middle of the dance. The friend calmly stepped out of them, picked them up and carried on dancing - so cool! Not sure about the boyfriend’s reaction!

One occasion when my daughter was about 4 years of age she refused to use a public toilet when we were out and about. She consequently had a rather big accident and I decided the best course of action was to flush the offending article down the public toilets and throw away her knickers (it was a very hot summer day).
On or way home we called into a small local shop and whilst I was queuing to pay my daughter made her way to the shop window where she proceeded to lift her dress to all and sundry and announce 'look, no knickers'.........