Foot in the Mouth Moments
phongone
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Here's a few of mine.
I once remarked to a work colleague I had not seen for some time that I liked her new short hairstyle. She responded that she had just come back to work after a long hiatus because she had been diagnosed with cancer and had undergone chemotherapy. Her hair had fallen out from the cancer treatment. OOF.
Back in my ethnocentric college days, I went to a dinner with a bunch of students who were members of the Asian-American club on campus. I remember getting angry and telling this hot asian girl how I hated how the asian girls on campus would date white dudes and not asian dudes. I did not realize her white boyfriend was seated at the same table a couple of chairs down. OOF.
Got any foot in the mouth moments?
I once remarked to a work colleague I had not seen for some time that I liked her new short hairstyle. She responded that she had just come back to work after a long hiatus because she had been diagnosed with cancer and had undergone chemotherapy. Her hair had fallen out from the cancer treatment. OOF.
Back in my ethnocentric college days, I went to a dinner with a bunch of students who were members of the Asian-American club on campus. I remember getting angry and telling this hot asian girl how I hated how the asian girls on campus would date white dudes and not asian dudes. I did not realize her white boyfriend was seated at the same table a couple of chairs down. OOF.
Got any foot in the mouth moments?
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Thing is I should have known better since the group of 10 or so people I was talking to were mostly middle aged female community workers. So... they tend not to find stuff like this funny. People still bring it up as "that joke M*** said that time."
As my old boss told me, "I prefer Rocky Road to Vanilla myself, Gareth," after one particular instance. Do it with enough obnoxious charm, and you can get away with that shit.
We would take people in wheel chairs up in the lift if requested. One day when taking a lady in a wheelchair upstairs with her husband, we were going through one of those uncomfortable silence moments which prompted me to advise them both to "please ignore the grafitti on the walls".
The lady said "That's ok...I'm blind"
Back to silence..
Me: so Neil, how's it going with Chris (HR dude)?
Neil: not getting anywhere really, stalemate.
Me: you should tell that xxxx to blah blah blah he's out of order etc etc
Neil: why don't you tell him yourself, he's standing right behind you
Me:oh hii Chris, how you doing, you alright?....
BAM
She asked me how I was and I replied (for some reason I will never understand) that I knew how she was, and if she wasn't getting any, I would happily sort her out. As the words were leaving my mouth I knew I had embarked on a road with no other outcome than driving off the edge of that conversational cliff, but y'know, there were no logical mid-sentence U-turn spots available.
It was not meant as a serious offer (or was it?) but I felt like a stalker after the full stop and we went our separate ways to a crescendo of crickets. Later you could see in his eyes that he had gained familiarity with the whole deal. He must have been seething, so, y'know... Every cloud and all that.
Boss straight ice grilled me while thanking me for the story. On some 'Thanks..... Thanks a lot. No really. Thank. You.'
This is fantastic.
I have a long and reliable history of this mainly based on incorrectly believing that I should be filling dead space. My nan who taught me every thing I know on this matter used to call it opening your mouth to change feet.
At this point, I would have to chime in with some Steve Wonder/Cheesegrater japes. I am sure blind folk must crack blind jokes with other blindies. And the punchline can always be (in unison) "Aaaah, but how do you know I am blind, right? Hahahahaha!"
PLEASE GOD LET ME KEEP MY SIGHT.
I had already pulled a very nice young lady and tried my best to look like a weirdo while walking back to her place..
She was wearing a sheepskin jacket(not a long Motson one) and it reminded me of a girl in a Prodigy video dancing with her hands in her pockets.
I proceeded to compliment her on the jacket and said "Like the jacket it looks good on you..you could dance with your hands in the pockets".
No response.Silence. This gave me time to realize what I had said and how strange it sounded. Explaining the Prodigy video connection wouldn't have made it better either...total cricket time.
I've had so many retarded moments when trying to make sense to the opposite sex. The one I regret most was back in Uni has to do with this absolutely gorgeous asian girl that had a look that was impossible to place. I was chatting with her and, mesmerized by her lips, found myself saying: 'where are you from?". Answer: "TORONTO". I couldn't recover, she was pissed... man she was hot, now an architect in NY.
:walk_away_son:
"You've been looking at me all night haven't you?"
"NO"
Exit my friend..
Think this was from the Guardian:
Let me get this straight - you told the boss' girlfriend that you heard she wasn't getting any sex and then told her you would give it to her? When does this approach ever work?
There were two floors. I worked the desk at the actual gymnasium. The upper floor had a pool room. (Swimming pool, that is.)
A guy named Craig worked the pool room. Black dude who talked in an absurdly fake British accent, hung out at cheesy dance clubs, and fancied himself a ladies' man. Problem was, he had body odor something terrible.
I had to sub for him while he went off to get lunch. I opened a drawer at his desk, looking for something, and was greeted with this godawful stench. That's where he kept his old socks.
Later that day, I called up to the pool room to bitch about Craig and his homely odors. I thought I was talking to one of the other guys who worked there. Turns out it was Craig all along.
He never busted me out for it, strangely enough. But between his body funk and his arrogance, I really don't regret doing it!
If anything, I really wish I'd have given him a gift-wrapped six-pack of soap.
I'm talking to my new landlord at our first meeting, having just moved in to the second floor of his home. Nice apartment, nice guy, but with totally understandable worries that we might have brought the bedbugs with us. So I launch into the story:
"Yeah, they're really hard to get rid of. We had exterminators come a bunch of times, but the other apartments were infested, so they kept coming back. Don't worry though???we had all of our stuff fumigated on the truck. It was with this super-potent chemical that Dow makes, and we just gassed them all to death. Forget exterminators. You got to gas them. It's really the only final solution."
I'm listening to myself with mounting horror as the words are coming out of my mouth. Thankfully, he laughed. I was mortified.
Did the guy then proceed to steal your dad's car?
I've been asked "where I'm from" on a number of occasions, but what should be a FITM moment for the other person usually in turns into that for me, as I proceed to talk about the neighborhood I live in and what my favorite exits off the interstate are. It's sometimes a good minute before I realize they're wondering what ethnicity I am. I've always lived in CA, so I guess it's cognitively hard for me to classify myself as an outsider in my own backyard.
If you want to know what ethnicity someone is, just ask! Way better than assuming they're from "someplace else." And giving a barbed compliment like "your English is really good, where are you from?" just makes it worse!
This happens to me all the time since I have an uncommon name. Funny now, but was tough as a child.
"For some reason I will never understand"... It was like, my brain vs. my mind, and my brain failed to show up.
Seems like this kind of thing can depend on local culture to some degree... in NYC, "Where are you from" is generally a pretty innocuous question, a common part of general small talk when meeting/getting to know a person. I've certainly asked many people of varying ethnicity where they're from, and not one of them looked at me like I was expecting a particular answer. Changing locales has been common enough for long enough that I'm surprised anyone would be bothered by this... I think anyone who lives in a large city would understand that asking, for example, a Chinese person where they're from doesn't mean you're expecting them to say "Hong Kong".