My most embarrasing moment wasn't on the flight but after it, and it wasn't my fault either.
Flew home from Munich in 1982 after a Christmas holiday in Austria. My Dad had asked for a souvenire icepick to hang on the wall in the lounge.
I bought said icepick and taped it very strongly to the outside of my case, checked in for the flight home.
Check in staff requested the icepick be placed in the hold seperately so after some prising it came off the case, given a bag-tag and vanished on the belt to the aircraft.
Landed at Luton, went to baggage claim and not a thing was moving.
We all waited....and waited....and waited....
About 2 hours later the bags finally started to come through. A call went over the tannoy asking for me to please go to the customer services dept.
That sinking feeling came over me as I walked over to the desk.
That damn icepick had managed to break one of the belts whilst being unloaded. They told me it should have been taped securely to the side of the case.
I just sighed and wandered to the carpark to drive home, dragging my case and carrying that damn icepick, which ended up in prime position on the lounge wall in Dad's house....I cringed every time I saw it.