Depending on what it is, I tend to embrace it (currently. A few years ago that was a different story). For example a few months back at church, we were eating dinner afterwards and I was sitting next to Kim and Lachlan. When I sat down I felt something really cold on my leg and thought I sat in something. Turns out I had torn my pants and the coldness was my skin against the plastic of the chair.

A little before that, we had a Nerf war at youth group and I had been sliding around lots on my knees. It got to the end of the night and I hadn't ruined the knees of my jeans and was quite happy. Until Nick told me that I had a hole in the **** of them. Yay...

Though my most humiliating thing happened when I was fourteen. The bus I caught was always full. You could never find a seat. I got on and saw two free seats. One of them was partially out of view but I could see it was empty so I ran and sat down before someone else could. Turns out nobody was sitting there because someone had vomited on the seat. I had to spend the next hour on the bus. The kids on the bus called me chuck for the next three years...