when i was about four, i walked out of the apartment without pants on. i wandered across the courtyard to another apartment. i remember looking up the stairs and seeing a kid that i usually play with. it looked like he was having a party, so i asked if i could come. i still remember him saying, 'no! we don't have kids over who don't wear pants!' i was so embarrassed! i ran all the way back home, and hid under the bed.

the closest i've come to that since then is to forget to where a birdie, ehem, i mean a tie at the meeting (done that twice), and forget to zip my, ehem, you know, umm... zipper-thingy.