"OOPS!!" is a section of the magazine where readers can share their most embarrassing, make-your-face-turn-beet-red moments with the rest of the world. Try to put yourself in these people's places - would you be embarrassed??

I recently went to a Michael W. Smith concert with a group of people from my church. There was an extremely cute guy sitting four rows ahead of us and I couldn't help but tell someone about my great find! Soon, everyone in my group knew about the gorgeous mystery man. After the concert, while we were all in the concession tent, my youth leader spotted him and yelled, "There he is!" My mother, of all people, yanked my arm and dragged me over to where he was standing. She tried to make small talk with him, but he walked away! If that wasn't embarrassing enough, she made me follow him! Then, in an annoyingly cheery voice, she asked, "Do you have e-mail? Because my daughter's on-line all the time!" I was completely mortified!

I went to a "Ripley's Believe It or Not" museum with some relatives. We all thought that it would be a good idea to cool off in there since it was a very hot and sunny day outside. As we entered the museum, I noticed that it was very dark and freaky-looking inside. I thought, "How come they hardly have any lights in this place? It's scary in here." I found it strange that everyone was having fun and that no one else was complaining about the bad lighting and the eeriness of the place. I also noticed that some people were staring at me. I decided to ask the people I was with why the place was so dark. To my embarrassment, they told me that I still had my darkly-shaded sunglasses on--I forgot to take them off when I first entered the building.

I wanted to call my nieces and nephews, who lived in California. It had been a long time since I last called them, so I thought I would surprise them. What a surprise I had. As soon as someone said, "Hello?" on the other end of the line, I boisterously exclaimed, "Hello!! This is Uncle 'Phil'!" in a "sing-song" way. After a short pause, the person on the other end told me that I had the wrong number. After I hung up, I realized that I called my relatives' old telephone number--I forgot that they had a new number.

I was playing a tag type of game with some of my classmates in my backyard one day. When one of my friends started chasing me, I ran quickly to the "safe zone". It would have been okay had I not shrieked and exclaimed, "Ha, Ha! You can't catch me here!" in my native language. The confused looks on my friends' faces were priceless...but my face was more priceless than theirs!

My family and I went to Niagara Falls' Skylon Tower one day. We all decided to go on the bumper cars. Having only been on a bumper car once when I was around six years old, I wasn't really sure how to drive one. But, being the stupid person that I was, I thought, "How hard could it be? All I have to do is control the car using the steering wheel...Any idiot can do that with no problem at all." Unfortunately for me, I proved to be far worse than an idiot. As soon as we got on, I immediately chased after this woman who was driving in front of me. Out of her excitement, she started shrieking and giggling as I got closer to bumping her car. This attracted the attention of the people waiting in line, the attendant, the other drivers, and everyone passing by the area. So, as I got ready to ram the woman, I gave out a loud, maniacal laugh and jerked the steering wheel to the right. The bumper car made a right turn. It would have been okay had I not forgotten to straighten the steering wheel again so it would go straight. Instead, I kept jerking the steering wheel to the right, making myself go around and around in a tight circle. In my panic, my hands gripped the wheel and froze, therefore allowing the car to spin endlessly in a circle. To add to my embarrassment, I kept shrieking "Daddy!" out of fear and desperation. The attendant kept shouting instructions at me, but I couldn't understand her. My family just laughed at me. The woman I was chasing stayed away from me, and everyone else just stared and giggled at the dizzy idiot who couldn't control a bumper car.

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