Ahh, confession is good for the soul!
I accidentally walked in on someone (actually, two teenage or slightly older girls) in the dressing room today. I looked under, thought the feet were in the NEXT stall--and the door was a little ajar.
AGGGH! I was so embarrassed, I blurted out, "EXCUSE me! The door was open!" and then I shut the door so fast I shut part of the clothing I wanted to try on, in the door! I couldn't get it out--but I didn't want to open the door again--so I kept pulling--
I was so embarrassed and felt so badly I left my car keys in MY dressing room, and had to come back and ask for them a half hour later.
But I did get a great denim skirt on clearance.
Of my many other blunders, we had friends over to dinner 20 years ago, they brought a bottle of wine, and I didn't serve it. And I should have, because I don't think the dinner was very good. The girl friend stayed mad for several months, though, when she easily could have said, "hey, get the corkscrew, silly!" But I WAS an idiot hostess.
She did get even, several months later when she married the guy, she asked me at the last minute to fill in for her house party for a no-show friend. I even loaned her my grandmother's opal ring to wear as something borrowed--it looked so pretty with her dress.
She didn't return it for several weeks later, and then their house was robbed--including my ring.
They asked if it was an heirloom, and I said, well, not exactly...it wasn't an antique setting.
They said, "Okay!" and made no offer to replace it or anything like that.