Okay, we've all got 'em, so let's hear 'em. Let's share our sorriest stories of geek woe.

Here's one of mine - -

As if working at McDonald's in the mall in High School wasn't humiliating enough, I also wore thick black plastic framed glasses, and this was before they were hip. Frequently the local cretins would drop in torment me, and make fun of my polyester pants or stylish visor.
One day, while leaning over the fry bin, and I must have jerked just a little too spasmodically, because SPLOOSH, my glasses went careening into the boiling ooze! Oh the humanity!

Luckily, I had the presence of mind not to reach after them or else I would have drawn back a crispy and delicious claw. I used tongs to fish out what looked like some sort of Jeff Koons black licorice sculpture. So I had to spend the rest of my shift blind and greasy.

Flavin!