Need a laugh. Any funny mishaps?

I was once in a play where I was playing a concert pianist, although I can’t play a note. In the opening scene I was sitting at a piano supposedly playing a beautiful Chopin piece which was a recording. However, after sitting there for what seemed like hours no music played. Eventually I decided it wasn’t going to so I stood up and walked across the stage only for the sound person to wake up and start the music meaning the piano started playing by itself! To make matters worse I then took a book off the bookshelf which opened to reveal a secret passage that was not supposed to be revealed until the climax of the play.
I think we were the forerunners of the Mischief Theatre Company’s ‘The Play that Goes Wrong’.

TwinLolly - hope you are recovering well .💐

41Sadgrandma Yes, thanks. 4 weeks post-hysterectomy now. I did have a setback but it is resolving fortunately!

Mum was in a Scottish country dancing demo and unfortunately her knicker elastic failed. They dropped, she stepped out of them and gallantly carried on! 😅

My husband hates decorating and rarely does any. We have a small box room (junk room) which needed doing so he said he would do it. He papered it with nice plain white paper.

We have always kept odds and ends in there as we have no garage. We emptied the room, dismantled some floor to ceiling racking and he did the job. This was years ago when we used to do the booze run to France to stock up for Christmas. We put the racking together and put the (several) bottles of wine on it. Minutes later we heard an almighty crash. The racking had collapsed. There was red wine all over the white walls, soaked into the carpet and broken glass everywhere.

I'm not sure which was more upsetting, the state of the newly decorated room or the waste of wine!

Another Amdram catastrophe. We had been fortunate to have a carpenter to help construct the set. It was a drawing room with a door. He had used a real door with a knob and keyhole. I, a very upper class woman, making a dramatic exit, turned the knob but it remained firmly shut. I rattled it fuiousky and was heard to whisper not very quietly. ‘Who’s locked the ** door’ before scuttling off into the wings. The audience greatly enjoyed it saying it was the funniest part of the play.

Our ‘dram’ was very’am’ and we had many unintended incidents. In our panto if Mother Goose I made a golden goose out of fleece and a pillow, quite a rotund bird which actually ingeniously flew across the stage on a strong fishing line. Unfortunately it was not strong enough, nose diving at quite a speed onto the head of the principle girl, ,knocking her flat. Those were the fun days!

Two friends offered to help us move our workshop - one is in a wheelchair. All went well until the last item to come off the van. This was a milling machine which decide to move on its own and only the Crip (that is what he called himself!) was there in the van to stop it. We all stood there laughing as he tried to stop this weighty machine while not tipping his wheelchair over - we rescued him eventually. He would never admit to being disabled and he was a great guy but it was so funny.

I can remember being in Sheffield as a student in the eighties and decided to have a wander round my new home. Now call me naive- I was 18 and from a small town- but by accident I wandered into the red light district and was accosted by a woman who asked me if I wanted " business".
I should have realised she was a prostitute by her clothing, but asked her what she was selling and what company she was working for. She sort of muttered something about me wasting her time and stormed off. Seeing a few more of these ladies on the street corner in short skirts and low cut tops, I realised this must be the red light district and headed back to the city centre When I got back to my hall of residence, you could hear the laughter through the building when I told the story.

Late OH spent many hours whitewashing the outside of our cottage and made us late for a christening some way away. Off we dashed ...

On our return the birds who had been feasting on elderberries had been sitting on the guttering and the cottage looked like a striped circus tent!

Luckygirl3 That is funny😅

DH was walking through the front door in warm coat and grey scarf. He muttered something about the scarf feeling odd, and then realised he was wearing a pair of daughter's grey wool tights round his neck!

My ‘best’ is possibly when dh and I went to the Festival Hall for a concert booked months beforehand - the St Matthew Passion IIRC.
Well, we arrived, and tried to find the right auditorium - there are several - but in vain.

Eventually asked a couple of members of staff, and showed our tickets.

They laughed! Couldn’t blame them - we had the right date, but a year early!!
We had a drink at the bar, followed by a walk along the river, and went home.

TwinLolly, I'm laughing so much I can't breathe! I'm killing myself laughing at the other comments, too!

I was working in a cafe and had to open up at 5:30 am for the road workers, scaffolders, bus/cab drivers, etc.

The bus and trains weren't running at that time, so I walked the 4 miles from home every day. It only took me about an hour to get there as I was a fast walker.

This time it was really thick with snow, ice cold, so I made sure I slowed down and took extra time to arrive. I had a really bad cold on me and was dosed up on a bottle of Nirolex, which worked, but it made me fart like you wouldn't believe!

It was basically pitch black out, and I was walking along the pavement, coughing, sneezing and wheezing and farting one after the other. What I didn't know was that a man was walking a few feet behind me, and he gave me a really weird look as he passed and overtook me to get on the pavement in front of me - the poor man must have had a face full of my gassy explosions!

I eventually got to the cafe and sat down, and cried with laughter before opening up!

The guy on the receiving end thought this was funny but not me at the time. I'd bought one of those new fangled front opening bras in the early 80's. Still no idea why. Wore it to work, on way home dropped into the local chippy. As I was waiting for my order, the bloke serving me said "nice tits". Not only had my blouse managed to unbutton but also the fastening on my bra. I was even more horrified when it later dawned on me that I'd also sat on the bus half naked.