I was about 20, and I went to a small, very upscale boutique with my mom that had just opened. I ended up trying on some jeans, so I asked the shopkeeper where I could do that. She led me into a changing room. It looked very fancy, nice mirror, comfy little chair, walls covered in drapes. I started changing. I got out of my pants and started going into the jeans, and I had to lean on something. I decided to lean on the wall - nowhere near full weight, just for balance while pulling up my jeans. To my huge surprise, the walls were mobile. They shifted as I touched them, and this caused me to completely lose my balance. I fell, together with the wall. I caused a huge disturbance falling out of the changing room half-naked with a wall beneath me. Soon after another wall followed us, falling on top of me with a huge thump.

Luckily, they weren’t anything heavy and I wasn’t injured. Physically. My pride, on the other hand, suffered fatal blows.

It turned out that the very fashionable changing room was some wooden planks stood up against each other and covered up, because the real walls and doors weren’t ready yet.

The shopkeeper was apologetic, saying that she should have told me about the makeshift changing room, but not even this could cure my embrarrassement - I fell into the shop, among customers in my panties. I mean how bad does it get?