Oh so very many but here is my top two.
When I moved to Washington, I had an apartment on the first floor. It backed up to a hill with underbrush and plants and because I had cats that would climb behind the blinds and make noise (the blinds rattled), I left the blinds up in my bedroom. There was nothing out there, no trails or anything and nobody ever went on that side of the apartment building.
I would get home from work around 1am so I would sleep rather late. During the summer it would get warm and I often would fall asleep on top of the covers. With no clothes on.
One morning around 9am I heard, in my sleep, the phrase "on the bed". I opened my eyes, looked toward the window, and the faces of about 7 schoolchildren were pressed against the window. I screamed and yelled about as many obscenities as someone can come up with after just waking up. The schoolchildren ran off.
I was horrified. I could no longer sleep in that room even with the blinds down. As a few months went by, it dawned on me that I was probably older than their mothers. And a kid seeing their mother naked would deem it as being gross. I alternated between being embarassed by being seen and offended because maybe they DID think it was gross. This was only about six years ago...so who knows. Either way, it's bad.
More recently and a few years after this, I got braces. I was single and lo and behold I had a DATE. I had never met this guy - he was a friend of a mutual friend who thought we would be perfect together. We had e-mailed and talked on the phone and liked each other a LOT. I hadn't eaten in public since getting braces and I was feeling pretty insecure about them. What I did in those cases is pretend like I am totally ok and gosh darn it I am PROUD of having braces. I'm good at faking it. After panic-ridden e-mail to friends with braces, I learned that when you eat, swishing water can dislodge food. Good. My date and I went out for drinks then went out for dinner. I tried to get something that wouldn't stick in my teeth though I learned pasta (which is what I got) was a BAD decision. As I tried to be semi-elegant with my food and wine, I quietly got a mouthful of water and tried to swish it around to get the bits of food out. I am not graceful. I did end up spitting the water (and dislodged food) out over the table and onto my date. We got married about a year and a half later![]()