Uncomfortable moments in other people's houses

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Just married- mid 70’s got invited to a dinner party for 8 by husbands boss. Hadn’t met any of them before. His wife was trying so hard to be posh!
All seated, as she served out the main dish at the table - by the time she got to the 8th plate there was no meat left! I Just remember all being asked to hand back our plates and her attempting to redistribute without making a mess.

70’s again- Got invited to dinner by a friend of husband and his new wife- 6 of us. Drinks & nibbles served on arrival, then wife disappeared completely for over 3hours- cooking from scratch. Wouldn’t accept any help. Meal served at 11ish. We were so hungry!

Not at home but funny/ embarrassing!
Gynae investigation by very handsome consultant. On the operating couch being examined when he asked me what my lovely perfume was - he wanted to buy some for his wife! It was actually Beautiful by Ester Lauder. Couldn’t wear it after that without thinking of that day!
Still makes me laugh as so inappropriate considering what he was looking at & doing !

When I was about 9, I went with my parents to my uncle's house. He'd recently decorated, and the cakes he served tasted of paint

When my son was about 2, I was pregnant with 2nd son and an elderly neighbour offered me a settee. She invited me in to look at it, and made us a cup of tea. My son wandered upstairs, I told her I ought to see what he was doing (he was a little sod), she said no, it'll be fine. Eventually, she went to look, and he'd tipped a whole container of talcum powder all over the place in her bedroom.

She didn't give me the settee either.

My late husband and I were attending an event where people were renting self catering accommodation. We were on route to pick up our key to our caravan and a friend had asked us to have dinner with them before picking up our key. She went to a lot of trouble laying out a lovely buffet of food for her family and us and I noticed my husband hardly taking anything from the dishes. I started putting a selection on my plate and he kicked me under the table saying ‘steady on!’ He then proceeded to say in a loud voice - ‘when we get back for our tea’ . When we left I said ‘How could you be so rude!’He was aghast and said he was about to say the same about me eating their tea. He had misheard at the table to get our tea as to get our key. He thought we were eating their food! He asked if we would be eating our tea that night and I told him he had had it! We laughed for weeks about this. Poor lady was so humble and must have thought her food wasn’t good enough!

I was about 14 years old when i went on a 3 week French exchange.

She ( the exchange) was an utter cow, her brother ( who was 18 ) was in the French army and home on leave while i was there and the father of this exchange was a complete and utter twerp and had a stupid goatee beard ( reason for telling you this will emerge later ) and they owned a little dog.

So there i am in my bed 1 night ( pitch black because they had shutters closed ) when all of a sudden i heard a sound like scratching, at first i thought it was the dog that had come into my room. I put my hand down the side of the bed with all intention of feeling for the dogs collar to haul is back into the kitchen.

INSTEAD I FELT A HEAD, ATTACHED TO A LIVING BREATHING BODY....... within nanoseconds i had the gumption to deduce whether it brother or father, thats when i decided the goatee beard wasn't so bad after all !!!

It was the BROTHER ( no beard ) so what followed was an almighty SILENT struggle to get him OFFFFF, now i think WHY DIDNT YOU YELL, SCREAM RAISE THE ROOF ? Maybe because i was there for 3 weeks, in their care, i dunno.

Soooo, my embarrassed moment ( WHY SHOULD I HAVE BEEN EMBARRASSED?) was the following morning when we were all sat round the breakfast table and pleasantries were uttered and i had to wish the moron a good morning, i still to this day ask why i didnt push my croissant to one side, stand up and tell everyone that their precious son was a moron who attacked me, but i was shy in those days, so embarrassed, i looked up, smiled and wished the moron a good day.

DH and I were invited to go to an evening market in France and were due to meet up with friends on the given Friday evening and so we could go together as a small group, bag a communal table and eat there.

We arrived at their house on the said Friday, and the requested time. They were in the garden sitting chatting to 2 friends and having drinks. They looked a bit puzzled that we had rocked up but invited us to sit and join them for drinks.

During the conversation the subject of covid testing and markets came up. And yes, we had had the nose job. The penny started to drop - that we had come to our friends place to go to the evening market but it was on the wrong date....

I rushed to the car and got my telephone and pointed out to the message saying Friday and the time. My friend then realised she had not put 'NEXT Friday' in the message. So she had messed up, not us! So we had arrived as per what we had expected.

Needless to say their 2 friends eventually left and our friends asked us to stay for a BBQ instead!

The following Friday we went back to their house as planned, to meet up and go to the evening market!

HurdyGurdy your story reminds me of an incident at work....

I worked in an all male environment for a small kiln manufacturing company. One toilet only, for everyone.

One day I needed to use it, door was closed so I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, loudly, and said 'hello'. No answer. So assuming nobody was in the toilet, I opened the door. There was my BOSS on the loo with his trousers around his ankles. {blush]

I beat a hasty retreat. His fault - he hadn't locked the door nor responded to the knocking!

Needless to say, I didn't last too long working for the company.