One evening I was at a good dance - the music was hot and everyone was energetic and the hall was crowded. At one point as I made a fast turn I swung my leg out in an arc behind me to keep my balance. Unfortunately, I hadn't realized how close the people behind me were and promptly swept the legs out from under the young lady dancing there, depositing her rudely on her tuckus.

Embarrassed enough at tripping someone (tho trip is hardly the word for it) thru my own carelessness, I tried to make amends by helping her up. And found out that if a woman is wearing a short rayon dress, you don't just take her by the waist and lift. As I lifted, the dress came up, but she didn't, thus giving everyone who was looking (which was most everybody in the hall - the commotion of the fall had attracted quite a bit of attention) a nice view of her lacy white undies. Somewhat red-faced, I apologized profusely and everyone returned to dancing.

Two weeks later, as if it had been a time bomb waiting to go off, I found out that this girl had had a crush on me. So I got a whole new wave of embarrassment to revel in that was two or three degrees worse than at the time of the incident.