Oh, and here's my most embarrassing moment
In 1980 I was a college student and working at a supermarket, stocking shelves. One night I was working the aisles when a friend named Susie and her roommate Jean happened to be shopping.
Susie, while a bit plain, could be very charming, with alluring brown eyes and a pear-shaped, slim figure. She was maybe 5'3" with short blonde hair. On some level, Susie and I liked each other even though we never dated. Susie was fun-loving, with a crazy sense of humor. And, as I was about to learn that night in the supermarket, Susie had a passion for tickling that rivaled mine.
So there I was in the store aisle, unpacking boxes of pickles, which came in glass jars. As luck - for Susie - would have it, these pickles went on the top shelf. Susie's fortune got even better when, just as she and Jean entered the aisle, I decided to place the box of pickles on the top shelf before unpacking it.
It was a heavy box with, all those glass contents. As I started lifting it, Susie and Jean caught my eye and I said hello. Susie looked me over, watching me lift the box towards the top shelf.
Suddenly, Susie ran towards me! Not knowing she was a tickler, I didn't realize why she was charging me. Just as I had my arms up but did not yet have the box of pickles on the top shelf, Susie dug ten tickling fingers into my sides! She ran her hands up and down, ribs to under-arms, not caring whether or not I dropped the box!
I hadn't been tickled like that since I was a kid, when adults and bigger kids had the size advantage over me. While Susie was much smaller than me (I'm 5'8" and, back then, weighed 200 lbs.), holding that box of pickles packed in water & glass and not wanting to drop it was like having my arms tied over my head. My struggle to hold on to that heavy box gave Susie all the advantage! Susie was not going to stop tickling me until she had to, even if it meant a box of pickles crashing to the floor.
In a split second, I made the decision to try to endure Susie's tickling and finish placing the box on the top shelf. But as I felt my arms naturally trying to draw to my sides in reaction to Susie's tickles, I then just wanted to hang on to the box! While Susie tickled away, I quickly moved to plan B, lowering the pickles to the floor, hoping she would not make me drop it as she continued to tickle me.
The entire tickle lasted maybe four or five seconds, but when someone's really getting you good - and by surprise - that seems like an hour. And Susie was really tickling me well - she must have honed her tickling skills on younger sisters and brothers.
(Some time later, Susie dated a friend of mine whom she constantly tickled. Realizing what a tickler Susie was, I wished I had tried to get her when she was available. However, I never knew if Susie was ticklish.)
As it was 24 years ago when Susie tickled me in the supermarket, I don't remember what I said or did once she stopped. But I do remember the sensation of being tickled, the excitement of having a kind-of-cute girl doing it to me, and the embarassment of being tickled in public, with Susie's friend Jean watching and laughing at me, not to mention any customers or coworkers who might have seen the action. In today's age of supermarket surveillance, that would have been quite a show for anyone watching the store TV monitors. I would have asked for a copy of the tape.
So yeah, just a lil' embarrassing.
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or he just might make my most embarrassing tickle moment happen... 
She was just desperate not to laugh in the pub, but she didn't quite suceed and glowed bright red at the curious looks she got from the other patrons. 
As we walked up the street to the hotel I kept grabbing her ribs and tickling them, and she was nearly melting into a ticklish puddle right there on the pavement. Bless her little heart. 
